Midsummer vegetation

(Aug 6 11:49 a.m.)

Half of the season is already over.  (In the U.S., anyway.)  And I checked, mathematically: the midpoint was August 7… at around 2 in the morning.

(Aug 9 2:56 p.m.)

The yellowing is more apparent now in the second half.

(Aug 6 11:41 a.m.)

To update you on things, I’m still having trouble sleeping.  But I’ve had good days.  Seven hours total this morning.

(Aug 3 10:51 p.m.)

No squirrels in the ceiling so far, thank god.  Maybe they finally “got it” that it’s not worth it.  This one—above—barked at me; later, two barked at each other.  And, on my daily walk, I hear little chipmunks hiding from me… into the cracks of the side of the house.

(Aug 6 7:13 p.m.)

I caught, on video, the animal that was getting into our trash in the black of morning, a few times.  Turns out, it’s not a skunk (yeah, I was “living dangerously,” hitting “record,” and suddenly opening the door) but a raccoon.  We’re now using a barrel, as you can see.  No more raccoon encounters.

(Aug 5 4:59 p.m.)

I attended Saturday group.  The content in group is, of course, anonymous, but let’s just say I didn’t get enough sleep, and sat through a long, somewhat boring video.  Technical difficulties made the experience… more interesting.  And I was too shy to shake the hand of a new member.  Sorry, new member.

(Aug 5 5:08 p.m.)

The evening dinner was at Kon Asian Bistro.  This is one of those places with hibachi chefs— live cooking and flames.  And real sparklers on birthdays.  I was too shy and unfamiliar with the food to order more than a salad.  So my more eventful day of the month featured a bit of waiting while tired.  But my mother was nice enough to buy me a subway sandwich afterward to fill the gap. …Not to mention the pizza I ate Friday… which was oily.

(Aug 6 6:42 a.m.)

The next day, life when on, uneventful.

(Aug 6 11:40 a.m.)

But blue skies had returned.

(Aug 3 10:52 a.m.)

And I discovered some less identifiable insects.

(Aug 8 1:54 p.m.)

And… seeds?  Expired fruit?  I don’t know what these things are.

(Aug 9 3:36 p.m.)

I also have no clue what kind of animal is digging these holes.  I fill this hole with sand, and come back the next day to find the hole’s open again.

(Aug 9 3:35 p.m.)

Well, we know what happens when you don’t clean out the gutters.  (Little plants growing in there.)

(Aug 9 2:57 p.m.)

The “porch plant” is taller than ever.

(Aug 6 11:48 a.m.)

On matters you can’t photograph, my dreams of late have intensified for some reason.  Perhaps Monday’s full moon played a role… or spending less time on twitter… or more on reddit. …Or North Korea— I don’t know.  All I know is I’m now tired and gotta wrap this up.

On a final note, Wednesday marks five years on WordPress.  That’s twenty weather seasons.  I’ve been too shy, inarticulate or tired to write about certain things, and some months I only posted once… but I’m still here.

Well, that does it for me.  I gotta sleep.  Until next time…

Methinks I rely too much on nature photos to sell tell my story… even the flowers are giving me the raspberry. 😉 (Aug 5 5:00 p.m.)