We need these right now – it got down to -6°c last night, and is only slightly better as I type this.
I took these nnly a couple of days back to illustrate how confused the Key lime trees (Citrus × aurantiifolia) seem to be, producing new blossoms right alongside fruit that was still ripening. Make up your mind!
This is in the greenhouse of course, and the heater within
“Red” is the wildly unoriginal name we’ve tentatively given to the female red-shouldered hawk (Buteo lineatus) that hunts in the yard – we should do better, but it’s what we twigged onto to give updates: “Red’s out on the pole,” and, “Red’s perched in the backyard.” The male remains nameless, mostly because
So yesterday I determined that there were a few shots that I wanted to capture today, and had them scheduled in. The weather, however, had other ideas, and most of the day was rainy, not at all conditions for what I had planned (which, successful or not, I’ll reveal eventually – just not in this post.) Thus I resigned myself to skipping photography for the day and working on other tasks
All right, the anole pics are piling up, though I’ve been trying to do posts on other things to break it up a little, but now it’s time to clean ’em out, for the brief period that this will last. We’ll start with a few from just this morning.
Going out to the greenhouse to open it up for the day, I found this little scene etched on one panel:
That’s condensation
It’s about 7:30 PM right now, only a little chilly, with clear skies, unlike last night. Will I go back out and make another futile and disappointing attempt at the Leonids? The answer, may surprise you. But first, let’s check in with what’s happening on the Estates.
Well, what was happening, five days ago to be precise – these are all older photos. But they’re
Tomorrow is Darwin Day, honoring Charles Darwin’s contributions to science on the 214th anniversary of his birth. As an added bonus, it falls on a Sunday this year, so make sure you hang out at your nearest fundamentalist church to appraise the attendees of this fact and wish them good luck in evolving.
For the sake of it, I did a few pictures today, and if you know anything about my writing style, you’ll notice that I did not say, “images” – this says something on its own. While signs of spring have been popping up here and there, indicating that the plants, at least, think it’s about time, we’re about to undergo a drastic drop in temperature tonight (like,
Well, okay, no, this doesn’t actually count. I guess I need more qualifiers.
I’ve long had a standard that spring has finally arrived when I saw the first treefrogs, as I have tonight, but we’re not going to count this one. First off, it’s in the greenhouse, which is of course remaining unnaturally warmer than the surrounding climate, and while it got up to a lovely 21°c
Today’s image comes from a few years back, on the trail leading towards one of my old photographic haunts. Like most of the US, trash can often be found anywhere, but especially so alongside roads, because the overbearing inconvenience of waiting until a garbage can is handy far outweighs any concern about environment, or appearance, or responsibility, and so on –
