It’s both E’s birthday and the Autumn Equinox, a doubly auspicious occasion.  It will be even less action-packed than ever, during these shut-down times, but we try to amuse ourselves.  Misu always keeps herself and us entertained.

Here are:  Misu being decadent, the sparkly cake I baked, a butterfly, and birthday flowers.  We get by.  Happy Birthday E.


RIP Notorious RBG

You knew she was hanging on to life and her crucial Supreme Court Justice role as long as she humanly could, for the good of our country and progressive justice.  At the end, the Notorious RBG dictated a fervent plea to delay replacing her until a new president is elected, knowing those craven trump charlatans were just slavering in the wings, anticipating her death.  They’ll still try to expedite their own conservative nomination, despite the hypocrisy of having obstructed Pres. Obama’s SC nominees before the last election.

Maybe it’s better RBG didn’t live to see further abuses of power and justice.  But it’s terrible for us.  Ruth Bader Ginsburg was not only righteous but Jewish,  so I say “zekher tzadikah livrakhah”, may the memory of this righteous one be a blessing.

These photos are in her memory.

This is my Asian fusion version of traditional matzah ball soup: a sweet-and-spicy Asian chicken broth over fresh veggies, herbs, and matzah balls, for Rosh Hashanah.

Here are some flowers, and a beautiful blue and black butterfly.

To Life and a t—p-Free New Year

L’Shanah Tovah to those of us who observe Rosh ha-Shanah, the Jewish New Year.  L’chaim–to life, a vaccine, and a trump-free new year!  I’m not asking for much!

Here is my erev RH meal, consisting of sweet Asian-style chicken, a savory noodle kugel, carrot and sweet potato tsimmes, and roasted garlic asparagus.  Also E’s holiday challah, apples, and honey for a sweet new year.

Here are some festive flowers, a blue/black butterfly on zinnias, assorted pollinators on goldenrod, and a tropical hibiscus bloom.




Watered Down Effects

The side effects of “Sally”, which slowly but forcefully engulfed the deep south, took the form of a nice breezy rain by the time it reached here.  Leaves and temps are falling.  Once upon a time I’d think of that mysterious, ethereal sense of transition in the air as my “Renfaire” time of year.  Those relatively carefree days are long gone, but it’s still a refreshing change.  The brilliant flower colors are really set off by the dark rainy day.  My tiny “Mammoth” sunflowers are finally blooming out in the field, along with masses of these tiny white “stars”.



So Many Ways to Die, So Little Time

We needed some supplies from Lowes this morning, and were disheartened to see a number of people without masks and not distancing, despite signs and frequent announcements to that effect.  They just don’t get it.  We got out of there as soon as we could.  It’s a challenge just staying alive [cue disco].

The good news is, they had some fall and spring flower bulbs, so I got some saffron crocuses, allium, and assorted tulips to plant.

Right now, much of the country is either on fire or under water.  If only they could just swap!  Or more to the point, swap that idiot in the WH for someone who promotes science.

Here is your daily dose of colorful flowers and friends.


Blinded by Science

Our white trash-in-chief thinks science is a dumb hoax, and it will all be fine.  A deadly virus killing hundreds of thousands of us, horrific fires torching the whole west caused by climate change, unprecedented increases in destructive hurricanes, you name it, it will all blow over and go away, in his shrunken excuse for a brain.  You’d have to be blind not to see the cause and effect.  This dangerous juvenile delinquent needs to go.  And that’s my mini-rant for today.  Back to real science.

The “Thorny Badlands II” is quite thorny and badass right now.  I’ve started clearing around each tree, and in the process discovering all sorts of cool plant life amongst the weeds and briars.  It’s pretty wild out there right now, but by next spring it should be starting to look more like a natural habitat, with native trees, wildflowers, and grasses.  Here are some snapshots, including some tiny “Mammoth” sunflower seedlings I planted in front, starting to bloom.

Here are some brilliant flowers blooming around the house: tropical hibiscus, native coneflower, zinnias, and roses.

I think the wild grapes and pokeweed berries along the back fence are really very photogenic, despite what some people think of those “weeds”.  The birds love them.

Finally, the morning glories are creating a screen of rainbow colors along the fence.  Most of all the aforementioned have volunteered on their own; I just sit back and enjoy the show.


Signs of Pre-Equinox Times

After raining a lot, it’s back to sauna setting.  Not that conducive to working outside, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to extract yet more photographic angles from the same old scenery.

Actually, changes are in the air, literally, as leaves are starting to fall, which means atmospheric transitions are not far behind, and with them more autumnal  conditions.  Then some serious work begins.

Here is the improved herb garden and herb/etc. “annex”, on either side of the back door.  Also some newly potted herbs (and a mini-rose) on the back porch, and some actual peppers competing with all the marigolds in the veg garden.

Here we have a zinnia bud (so fibonacci), some goldenrod full of bees, and poppies spreading in the California rock garden.

El Trabajo

Between rains (!) I got some misc. garden jobs done–potted and transplanted some herbs, organized gardening supplies, weeded, and did other landscape maintenance.  It’s looking a little less chaotic each day.  I even scored a pepper, woo.

The bees and butterflies (in this case a gulf fritillary, I believe) are busy at work, too.  Goldenrod is a bee and pollinator magnet.  There’s even a small sunflower that made it past the varmints.




Scorched Earth

It may be very hot here, but nothing like the whole west burning down.  One way or another, humans will find a way to take out our planet, and themselves with it.

As mentioned, it’s hot out, but Misu and I are chilling inside, watching hummers work the flowers, and waiting for rain.  There are worse ways to spend the quarantine, such as spreading the virus.





Death by Shopping

9/11.  If we could have known then, what we know now…we thought that was about as catastrophic as it gets.  Who knew.

Appropriately, it was grocery restock day, once an ordinary, mundane activity, now fraught with apprehension and death.  Most people were masked and distancing; predictably, the one person who wasn’t was the one acting rude and defensive, like, how dare everyone show her up for what she was.

We have our routine strategy down, with all precautions in place; yet it still causes me the same anxiety each time, knowing just a random encounter could kill.  Death by shopping, what a pathetic epitaph!  So far we’re still around.

Between that mentally exhausting exercise and the travesty that is trump, I could only take a few photos, but quantity isn’t everything!