Backing talkwards

All you need to know about me:  I read the location of the above photo and immediately thought of it in the form of a Spoonerism.  (It could be a cinema sequel starring a flatulent Clint Eastwood.)    

Does anyone else with an emotional age decades less than their actual age snicker when passing a deli carrying Boar's Head meat?  

I don't know (or much care) whether Brangelina's daughter was baptized, but the thought of a man of the cloth bungling the name of Shiloh Pitt is good for a smile.

While I'm at it:  This flowering bush is growing right in front of the house.  Perhaps it was the recent passing of Tom Lehrer that makes me want to add just one more line to his song "Silent E."  

Late night visitor

On the wall of my bathroom, a drain fly, also commonly known as a moth fly.  Not a good sign.

Something's leaking somewhere in the plumbing and giving these something to live on. Oh boy.

 

Along the Roadside

 

On the way home today, I took a route along a side road where Queen Anne's Lace, chicory, and hawkweed are plentiful.  But there were also large pinkish-purplish flowers, so I stopped for a closer look.     

    

 

While strolling in the park

   Spotted Jewelweed, considered a class-C noxious weed in Washington State.  The park where I was today had great swaths of it.  (Fortunately, I wasn't in Washington State.)  

Life in our back yard, plus something unrelated

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And now for something completely different:

Exactly like the Woody Allen joke:  the food is lousy, and such small portions.  

By any other name

I know, I know, it's hedge bindweed and it's an unwelcome invader.  It's almost impossible to get rid of when it gets its roots in, and it chokes out desirable greenery.  But I say it's Morning Glory, and I say it's pretty.

Cervenka Farm, New Jersey