Author: doug

The mind of the ceibo

As I said a few days ago, I have always thought trees have an innate sense of what, well, makes sense. I received this ceibo as a gift in a bucket, maybe half a meter tall. I let it dry out the first winter, and the main trunk died. What remains are three branches. I tied the dominant one vertical when I planted it out front. It was about half this height.

But obviously it has decided, “I am a branch. I do not grow up. I grow out.”

All righty, then: ¡adelante!

The mind of the palta (avocado) tree

I has always thought that trees have innate intelligence, but one of our two avocado trees is doing its best to prove me wrong. The last time it bore fruit heavily, it had so much weight on this branch that I had to put a board underneath so that it wouldn’t break. And now this.

A little skinny twig forks, one side becoming hugely thicker, then doing a 180 and growing upwards.

Really. Where did this tree go to school?

Indigone

A bustling place―if not outstanding―with a deck overlooking the beach. Prime location. Buildings on the beach side of the Rambla are very rare. And then one day this summer the thriving business became an empty shell.

No idea what happened.

Tire and foot prints

Especially after the wind has smoothed the sand, the tracks various critters leave behind fascinate us. More so because they’re typically chaotic. So it was amusing to find a straight trail in a “highway” created by a tire. I had to take the picture quickly, because Lea the Destroyer was nearby.

I can’t find the video where she killed a spider I was recording, but here’s a near miss. You get the idea.