Everyday Ramblings
by noko
Entries 1,308
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Always Something
Wow. Look at that color. Peak crepe myrtle yesterday morning. As if signs of autumn weren’t all around. I am afraid my tomatoes aren’t going to get enough sun and heat to ripen at this point. ...
All The Things
Delightful to see the sweet pea blooming. This was one I grew from seed and my seedlings are not as robust as they could be so this is a win. But I grew the tomatoes next to it from seed as we...
Community Hackles
This was taken just after sunrise a couple of days ago. Wonderful light for this white anemone. This morning, I had to break into a lively discussion of the love poem I read at the end of cla...
Accountability?
The rosemary behind the dahlia here is a nice touch. I am not even sure where I took this picture, but it was maybe a week and a half ago. It must have been the garden, as that is mostly where...
A Phase, I Hope
If I am going to procrastinate, which I am doing, I might as well share it with you all. I felt too tired to go to the garden yesterday. It was humid with this big changeable sky. I had walked...
Someone (or something) to Lean On
While I do have both eggplant and marigolds in my garden plot, this one gets more sun and so is starting to fruit. Mine are a couple of weeks behind and a different kind. But the flowers and f...
Pondering and Incursions
In front of this photo, the north half of my modest garden yesterday. You can see the cosmos are getting ready to burst into flower. They are quite happy. Did I mention this before, that my pl...
A Strategic Retreat
Yes, I know I could alter the photo and take the wire line out, but I like these markers that what you are seeing is what I am seeing, living plants in real gardens here where I live… not some...
Not Retiring Retirement
These days I am focusing on small accomplishments. Ever since I moved here to Oregon and saw wild lupines in a field with foxgloves, I have had an affinity for them. They show up in my poems o...
Overwhelmed? Me?
Dahlias from our abbreviated walk on Saturday early morning. We went early to avoid the worst of the heat, but we ended up only walking for an hour anyway because Mrs. Sherlock realized she ha...
A Softening and a Challenge
A weird angle but a pretty true red of this early dahlia. When I was walking with Mrs. Sherlock last week, I asked her what she was doing on the 4th of July. She said she was not doing anythi...
Even an AI has More Compassion...
A brief respite on the flower clock. The dahlias are coming on but so far, I haven’t been able to get a decent shot without glare. Things are hopping in my world. Class, grocery shopping, fol...
Considering the Slog
Big time hydrangea on the flower clock. That means July to me, and we are coming up on it. But first I need to transition my role from budget chair to treasurer this coming week in terms of au...
The Thought That Counts
Mid clematis on the flower clock. I posted a picture of this same plant last year but how can one resist the vibrant color. A good year for this variety here. I had a lovely birthday. After t...
Community Building
I took this picture yesterday morning in a neighborhood across town. It gives you an idea of our verdant spring. This is two blocks from a fairly busy street here in town with lots of shops an...
Almost Summer
Wildflowers in a scrub patch on the way home from the garden today. A lovely day, not too warm yet and Mt. St. Helen’s looking mysterious in a light brushstroke of cloud. Other than my mornin...
Good News (with Herb)
Love-in-A-Mist. Nigella. I have been trying to grow some from seed, but it is it’s time here on the flower clock. The woman that cut my hair a few weeks ago has it growing like mad among her f...
A Bit Thorny
Wild thistles from the weekend. The hostas, (aka plantain lilies) are blooming as well. My friend, Mrs. Sherlock, has been having some digestive discomfort for a while now and the last time it...
Human, and Entitled to Enjoy Life
It might not look like much, this rough public hillside I walk by on my way to the garden, but all those white blossoms… Those are wild blackberries. Oh boy. The raspberries here are just begi...
Trade Offs
I send out a reminder every Sunday morning (my time) to the people participating in my classes and I front it with a photo that I have usually taken within the last week. I normally try not to...
A Map of My Heart
Talk about your stairway to heaven… We have a tram line that runs from the medical clinics in the flatland at the riverfront to the hospitals up on the “hill”, (which is technically a small moun...
Accountability
I learned something about myself this week. There was evidence back in my past that this was true but now I have proof. When I tell someone, I am going to do something I do it. Even if that s...
Needing to Talk
My favorite azalea color, taken yesterday. I got another picture this morning in the dawn light with the big pink rhododendron behind it on my way back from the garden. My world is full of col...
Time to Get to It
It is raining, but even wet, the early clematis is beautiful. Walt wanted a poem for the current issue of peace, love, happiness & understanding. I have been thinking a lot about what it ...
Transfiguration? Unlikely
Yeah, well it seems apparent that it is Wisteria on the flower clock. This from my walk with Mrs. Sherlock this morning. I don’t seem to be able to stop yawning. It is one of those afternoons....
Book Description
What flits through at a particular time.