My favorite flower! Nothing like seeing them popping up after a winter. And the older I get, the less I like winters, and the more I like the signs of its end.
What are they? Can’t tell from this little scteen whether those are tiny flowers poking out of a bed of moss or a hedge, or a bird’s eye view of something else.
Hey, here’s what you should do! [Since if you cut down on your sleep you can probably squeeze another five minutes out of your day, and I’m too lazy to bother] Plant some of those giant sunflowers that grow 20 feet tall, and see if they really do. If successful you could pose next to one wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, smiling as you look skyward.
I did try it once. Planting sunflowers, that is, not posing with straw hat etc … They grew about 8 feet. But I left town one weekend in late summer – too early for grouse so it must have been some other reason – and when I returned the the tree rats had cut them down just as efficiently as if they were little cousins of the beaver.
And that brings up another issue. With the decline of the print media and pulp paper TV guides and advetising supplements, where will we go to be incidentally informed of the availability of sunflowers tall as Jack’s beanstalk, ant farms, and sea monkeys?
Some distant neighbors once planted their yard borders and beds with castor beans. By the end of summer you would have thought you were viewing a forest set from a 1950’s sci fi movie as you passed by. Now that, a yard filled with 12 foot tall, purple leaved castor plants, was really something.
Struggling to keep my not very cold hardy “cold hardy” brown turkey figs alive from one year to the next is more than I can manage …
My ambition to breakfast like James Bond, is not quite working out.
Beautiful flowers, for Prince Phillip!
There was this free app that diagnosed the name of the flower or other plant when you pointed your iPhone camera at it.
I tried it and it gave mostly correct answers, but a few screwups.
Then they began charging for it, and I felt it was not quite worth it.
Someone please tell us the name!
Crocuses.
In this neck of the woods, the first flowers, harbingers of spring.
Aboutthe Crocuses; “The Crocus symbolizes rebirth and a never ending cycle of life. It signifies the arrival of spring, the promise of new beginnings and exciting new events. Crocuses are one of the first flowers to emerge after winter and have been known to bloom surrounded by snow.”
Spring is here! Rejoice.
Beautiful pic. Yes, crocuses. Or, as I am always tempted to say (with my strong training in pig Latin), “croci.” (Rhymes with croak eye).
Neo: love your stuff for its eclecticism, its attention to stuff about which I know far too little (dance, music), etc.
Since you mention poetry, here is a poem I wrote recently on Covid stuff.
Vaccination
After the shots
Not a fever
No side effect
Except this pause
Or call it fear
Of going back
To the old life
The world of flesh
I am thinking
This is how ghosts
Floating edgewise
Near visible
And when given
Another chance
To be with us
Would turn it down
Would turn away
From stink and filth
And all the mess
Of being real
Would choose to stay
Thin and empty
Among the dreams
To which they’re bound
Owen:
Good poem, in my opinion.
Owen, that’s neat! It reminds me very strongly of many of my own verses from aforetime. In fact, I think I wrote a poem once with almost the same 4×4 pattern as you used (on a different subject). Do you often write… what do we call this, blank verse?
Also, have you felt as if you were living in a sort of ghost-world recently, so that that became the informing perspective of this meditation?
Baby wood ducks jumping from nest in our back yard.
My favorite flower! Nothing like seeing them popping up after a winter. And the older I get, the less I like winters, and the more I like the signs of its end.
What are they? Can’t tell from this little scteen whether those are tiny flowers poking out of a bed of moss or a hedge, or a bird’s eye view of something else.
Hey, here’s what you should do! [Since if you cut down on your sleep you can probably squeeze another five minutes out of your day, and I’m too lazy to bother] Plant some of those giant sunflowers that grow 20 feet tall, and see if they really do. If successful you could pose next to one wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, smiling as you look skyward.
I did try it once. Planting sunflowers, that is, not posing with straw hat etc … They grew about 8 feet. But I left town one weekend in late summer – too early for grouse so it must have been some other reason – and when I returned the the tree rats had cut them down just as efficiently as if they were little cousins of the beaver.
And that brings up another issue. With the decline of the print media and pulp paper TV guides and advetising supplements, where will we go to be incidentally informed of the availability of sunflowers tall as Jack’s beanstalk, ant farms, and sea monkeys?
Some distant neighbors once planted their yard borders and beds with castor beans. By the end of summer you would have thought you were viewing a forest set from a 1950’s sci fi movie as you passed by. Now that, a yard filled with 12 foot tall, purple leaved castor plants, was really something.
Struggling to keep my not very cold hardy “cold hardy” brown turkey figs alive from one year to the next is more than I can manage …
My ambition to breakfast like James Bond, is not quite working out.
Beautiful flowers, for Prince Phillip!
There was this free app that diagnosed the name of the flower or other plant when you pointed your iPhone camera at it.
I tried it and it gave mostly correct answers, but a few screwups.
Then they began charging for it, and I felt it was not quite worth it.
Someone please tell us the name!
Crocuses.
In this neck of the woods, the first flowers, harbingers of spring.
Aboutthe Crocuses; “The Crocus symbolizes rebirth and a never ending cycle of life. It signifies the arrival of spring, the promise of new beginnings and exciting new events. Crocuses are one of the first flowers to emerge after winter and have been known to bloom surrounded by snow.”
Spring is here! Rejoice.
Beautiful pic. Yes, crocuses. Or, as I am always tempted to say (with my strong training in pig Latin), “croci.” (Rhymes with croak eye).
Neo: love your stuff for its eclecticism, its attention to stuff about which I know far too little (dance, music), etc.
Since you mention poetry, here is a poem I wrote recently on Covid stuff.
Vaccination
After the shots
Not a fever
No side effect
Except this pause
Or call it fear
Of going back
To the old life
The world of flesh
I am thinking
This is how ghosts
Floating edgewise
Near visible
And when given
Another chance
To be with us
Would turn it down
Would turn away
From stink and filth
And all the mess
Of being real
Would choose to stay
Thin and empty
Among the dreams
To which they’re bound
Owen:
Good poem, in my opinion.
Owen, that’s neat! It reminds me very strongly of many of my own verses from aforetime. In fact, I think I wrote a poem once with almost the same 4×4 pattern as you used (on a different subject). Do you often write… what do we call this, blank verse?
Also, have you felt as if you were living in a sort of ghost-world recently, so that that became the informing perspective of this meditation?
Baby wood ducks jumping from nest in our back yard.
https://www.facebook.com/100004053116875/videos/2366274323517648/
Every year we get some and it never gets old.
Something to go with the Crocus pix, which are lovely.
https://www.bookwormroom.com/2021/04/06/more-pictures-of-natures-springtime-extravagance/
dnaxy – PlantSnap
I refused to pay for it, too, but missing it so may splurge on it.