An inquisitive old fart with a camera
General observations, generally during dog walks
My friend Mike has written about the weirdness of his garden this year, and asked me about our figs tree in the country. I frankly don’t pay much attention because I have no expectation of every enjoying figs from it, given the voracious wild parrots.
Alas,
the fruit is very small and the leaves are turning brown and dropping off.
¿Cambio climatico? indeed.
Parque del Plata, mouth of the Solís Chico. Very energetic and fun place compared to the beach in Atlántida.
Lovely day, not too hot, slight haze so the sun doesn’t feel strong, pleasant cool breeze. The way summer’s spozed to be!
After five years, our backyard lemon tree has sprung to life.
But not without mysteries. For example, this fruit …
.. which appears to have the letter P on it. But before you crank up the synapses to explain this one, recall that your task is more difficult: because Uruguay: is that really a P or is it a 9?
Note the approaching “beach cops” in white, carrying white batons: “Servicio de la playa.”
5 cm in 30 minutes, and Montevideo has a little problem area to work on.
An unusually tall bank carved out of sand by the runoff in Atlántida. The dog in the distance, which is bigger than my dog in the foreground, gives better perspective.
Yes, just as ugly as it looks.
Until I took my shirt off on the beach, I didn’t realize how much sun I’d gotten earlier, picking blueberries and cutting grass in the country.
