Musings

Looks better than real, with those highlights and that reflection. [Are there eels in that water? At one time, in southern Britain, you paid your rent in eels…. Details here.]

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Early this evening I looked out the window and was awash in the feeling that I could tell the days were longer. Then I thought about it. Nope; well, a little. Mostly, I was noticing the apparent longer days from the time change.

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Springtime brings petal drifts. That they are short-lived is part of their attraction.

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Most of the bulbs are finished blooming. Today I found several flourishing patches of alyssum. Mmmm.

Ah, however, the deep knowledge of the internet says this is commonly called sweet alyssum, if I have it right, but the taxonomists now put it in a related genus these days (Lobularia), so it, taxonomically, has a foot (root?) in two camps.

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I did another blooming check (early? late? same?), and with spotty data over the last few years, I’d say “about the same.”

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We didn’t have pie today, but we did in 2017. They were a mix of sweet and meat.

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It occurred to me the other day that I could look at previous years and see where the spring blooming was. This is 17 years ago, and we’re at about the same point, maybe a day or two behind.

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I attended an 80th b-day party this evening, the second of the day for the honoree. This was the best card…I wish I remembered the details (typical of me not to)…the punch line inside was something about no matter the age, we keep the sass.

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Two nature stories today. One: owl above. Just watching.

Also, I gently transported four ladybugs from our bathroom to the outdoors. I was surprised that they each flew off in the same direction, although they were released separately. It wasn’t toward the sun. Was there enough of a breeze that they felt and I didn’t?

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I don’t…know the time, that is. I can easily read a clock, but my body is confused. We do this twice a year…why?

Title acronym refers to “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?,” Chicago, 1969.

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