Begun in 2020 as Pandemic Quarantine Diary, and now it's whatever strikes my fancy.
Thursday, June 30, 2022
Bee and his shadow
Two anagallis arvensis, or scarlet pimpernel to you and me. On the formerly landscaped area in our back yard, I'm pulling the spiny thorny wild things and anything that sticks up, in favor of low ground cover like this, as well as yellow wood sorrel and speedwell.
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
The wrong 3rd out
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Really? Really.
Monday, June 27, 2022
A long, long trip to the big leagues
Friday, June 24, 2022
Still more flowers
Thursday, June 23, 2022
What is it?
It's growing in the space that used to be a vegetable garden, and which now plays host to whatever can get its roots established. That includes naturally-occurring weeds and grains that sprout from uneaten bird seed. I don't think this is related to either of those, though. Time to call on Google Images.
Later: OK, everyone who had Solanum rostratum may come pick up your prize, namely: my eternal admiration. Now, how about that insect perched on top of it?
"Specialization is for insects."
This whole thing started a couple of nights ago, when I sat down on my rocker-recliner and found that the first half of that description no longer applied.
I turned over the chair and saw only powdered padding and copious amounts of cat hair. Remembering that I'd found a chair repairman a few years ago, I dug out the man's business card and prepared for another unexpected hundred-dollar expense.
But last night, I looked again with a brighter light and saw a bar crossing the front of the chair. At one end, a bolt and nut held some mechanism in place. At the other end was a hole where a similar bolt and nut belonged. The two pieces of the broken bolt lay under the half-connected mechanism.
So I decided to go to the nearby hardware store and pick up a replacement bolt, and use the nut from the broken old one. It looked doable, in other words.
This morning, I worked until 11:45 and came downstairs to find this half-grown rabbit outside our front door, enjoying the clover.
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