An inquisitive old fart with a camera
General observations, generally during dog walks
House in the country not yet habitable. Workers Martín and Rafael preparing to leave Friday afternoon when Martín calls me in to see our new visitor. After some little discussion of how they weren’t dangerous, Martín said they usually kill them just to be sure. I said let it be my guest for the weekend.
It’s a small one.
Related: Itsy bitsy spider
I chuckled as I picked through the cellophane-wrapped loofah sponges at Tienda Inglesa a long while ago, thinking how in the USA most shoppers would probably take horror in seeing seeds in their bath sponge. I, on the other hand, sought out the one most laden.
They got a late start, and now–finally–I’m seeing fruit. The vines have really hit their stride: you can practically watch them growing.
The loofah sponge I bought desperately needs replacing…hope on the horizon!
You may have heard about the extreme flooding nearby in Argentina. In Uruguay, 15 people were evacuated near Montevideo. Lots and lots of rain.
And when it ended, the area surrounding us became an amazing chorus of frogs. In this short clip I kept panning, hoping to catch distant flashes of lightning, to no avail.
Rana is Spanish for frog. But you knew that 😉
Though I took this a few days ago, the weather has remained lovely
I find March is usually the most pleasant month in Uruguay: the heat has abated, the hordes have returned to Montevideo and Buenos Aires, and while not guaranteed, there’s a good chance of some lovely days for long walks on the beach.
Neighbors have loaded in tons of firewood for the winter. I will wait until I have to.
Daniel, our favorite mozo (waiter).
Can’t say I blame them, but still…huge and pretty eucalyptus, gone.
Another oddly-shaped volunteer squash from the plant near the chiquero (pigsty).
18.5″ (47 cm) long. We could have let it get much larger, but at this stage it’s still like a summer squash.
And there will be many more.
…you haz da priorities wrong.
We’re installing some new fencing. At the neighbor’s suggestion, we’re making an ‘alley’ through which machines and cattle can pass to the back of the property without disturbing our yard or garden. The other side of the property is too steep (from the road) and sometimes too wet.
The alley lies, of course, presactly where I planted fruit trees. Those that survive summer will now need to be transplanted in fall – meaning May. To the other side of the property.
Let’s just skip that bit of bone-headed non-planning and admire the wire work.