Sunday, August 24, 2008
Back Home
Sitting in my sunroom earlier today, I could see the effects of now Tropical Storm Fay. Very windy; a lot of rain. Got home from a trip to Atlanta, Ga. on yesterday. Have to catch up with my gardening. I think centipede grass is trying to take over my empty vegetable plots! A good thing, though, is that I may have discovered something about my Meyer Lemon tree. I overwatered it, just in case my son could not get over to water it, and came back to quite a few new branches. Maybe I'm not giving it enough water. Will experiment with that.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The Crescent City's Crescent Moon
I'm in my sunroom; it's 8:35 pm. This is the first time I've seen a crescent moon from my sunroom. It's the tiniest sliver of a moon, and it's sitting in the western sky. Now that I can sit in my sunroom for hours at a time, I am more aware of the earth's rotation, as the moon is slowly moving across the sky.
Note: One of New Orleans' nicknames is the Crescent City, because a "crescent" of the course of the Mississippi River runs through it.
Note: One of New Orleans' nicknames is the Crescent City, because a "crescent" of the course of the Mississippi River runs through it.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Birds Strutting Their Stuff
I wasn't going to mention this but, since it happened twice, I thouhgt I'd note it.
This morning, while I was checking some accounts, I looked up and saw a big bluejay (I think it was female, or maybe young, because it was more grey than blue) hop across the top of my wooden fence. What made it interesting was that it hopped, from one board to the next, for about 50 feet. I smiled to myself, and went back to my work. Just now, a mourning dove flew to the fence, and did the same thing; walking for about 15 feet. The odd thing is that the bluejay hopped, but the dove walked. Interesting. Oh, the bluejay is back; gotta go...
This morning, while I was checking some accounts, I looked up and saw a big bluejay (I think it was female, or maybe young, because it was more grey than blue) hop across the top of my wooden fence. What made it interesting was that it hopped, from one board to the next, for about 50 feet. I smiled to myself, and went back to my work. Just now, a mourning dove flew to the fence, and did the same thing; walking for about 15 feet. The odd thing is that the bluejay hopped, but the dove walked. Interesting. Oh, the bluejay is back; gotta go...
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