An inquisitive old fart with a camera
General observations, generally during dog walks
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!
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?
What a difference a day makes, when you’re a mushroom.
Nice try, but your fence isn’t going to stop the mushrooms’ advance on your house!
The spiky plants (no idea what they’re called) in our front yard are blooming. The tree in the background is a palo boracho, which has thorns. All this in autumn.
[UPDATE: It’s a yucca. Thanks, Syd!]
Same plant: leaves with 7, 8, and 9 ribs.
A happy little family in a cow pie.
Hot today. This in the shade in our back yard.
Very few people on the beach midday (considerably more at 6 PM when I drove by again). Except for the utter lack of waves, the river that doesn’t flow* looked like an ocean with that extremely rare blue hue today.
*for the locals, the estuary of the Rio de la Plata is a river. Don’t even try…it’s non-negotiable.
No, not tech. Clearing out the under-counter corner cabinet, we found all sorts of critters infesting bags put away with just a rubber band, plus an unopened infested bag of Quaker Oats and bulgur wheat from (not the first time!) La Abundancia.