All those pink buds turned black two nights later when we went down to 24 degrees.
Author: edwinridout
St David’s Day
March 1st 2017, a drizzly morning after several days of unseasonably warm weather.
Keeping the facts straight
Here is Jupiter, from the bottom of the garden at Sunset Corner, home of Uncle Hughie, Auntie Ceturah, John, Chris, and Ruth. (Photos kindly sent this week by Helen.) I must have been told as a child who it was, but over the years I somehow remembered it as Karl Marx. At some point I must have wondered aloud what Marx was doing at the bottom of that garden. Now furnishing hard evidence setting me straight is Helen, below, with a group of her colleagues in Highgate Cemetery, Islington. Thank you, Helen!
In the bleak mid-winter
The day of the bleak mid-winter tea was one of several this month reaching 70 degrees.
After cataract surgery
Wildview camera
Didn’t catch much with the Wildview camera this month, other than myself going to check the camera from time to time. Had been hoping for a fox I’d seen go this way. But just the one squirrel, barely visible, on the small tree at lower right. That’s Sandy’s barred owl nesting box at upper left, still owl-less after all these years.
Unusual Snow Day
I measured 2.75″ on the patio table at 7am, but nothing on the patio. It had stuck to everything except hard ground. The county closed the schools anyway, so that meant the nearest middle school track was available for public use. I went to run about 10am. The track surface was mostly just damp, and almost dry in places by 11am.
Fredericksburg railroad bridge
Drizzly January afternoon, looking NE from Brock’s across the Rappahannock River to Stafford. I counted 68 seagulls on the bridge. Stylized B&W version is buried here.
The Women’s March
Elspeth, on Saturday:
And Cora, in church next morning:
The 2010 barred owl nesting box
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