For someone who did not sign up to write a post every day, I seem to doing rather well!
I should, of course, be doing all sorts of other things…
Those of you in the New England corner of USA know about the recent ice storms that hit Western Massachusetts. There have been pictures in newspapers and on tv (where tv stations still had lines!), but if you want to see what things REALLY were like, go here.
I’m almost ashamed to post my piffling little not-quite-hail storm from last week! But I will show a couple of “lucky” pictures.
without using the flash
still without using the flash
Why lucky? Well, two reasons: in the top one I just closed the shutter. Then I held my finger on the shutter and counted the seconds between lightning and thunder. The bottom picture is the lucky result. Not at all hi-tech!
But given that the storm was racing in pretty fast, you could say that I was lucky not to be zapped! That was at around 4.30pm. By a little after 5pm it was all over.
Last week I noticed the seeds on the fishtail palm for the first time. (Yeah, I sometimes walk about with my eyes closed!) They looked to me like green dreadlocks. When I mentioned this to The Man he quipped: “Well, t’be sure, dy’re gettin’ ready for Sint Patrick’s Day, so dey are!” The jokes went downhill fast after that…
And I spotted something else that pleases me! About 5 years ago, on a beach walk after a storm, we found some biggish branches of Schefflera (or Brassaia) actinophylla on the ground. So we dragged a couple of them home! And I spent the next few years threatening to chop them out because they were “too damn’ slow to do anything!”
But in the past 2 or 3 weeks this one has “gone troppo” in a big way! When these bright crimson flowers are open there will be dozens of lorikeets squabbling and squawking here. Should I now be concerned that it overhangs the back stairs? Hmmm…might have to wear a hat…
And we have a boarder! Sorry, no photos. Yet! But if this chap (yes, he is male; The Man got a positive gender ID) is anything like the others in our lives he’ll eventually be amenable to posing. For the moment, he lives in the basement, behind a plywood panel.
Considered a pest, a pain in the fundament and a downright thieving nuisance by many, he’s welcome to share with us.Besides, he’s a native and, technically at least, protected.
Figured out yet what I’m talking about? No? Oh well, I guess I have the makings of tomorrow’s post…