So I was asked to do a post on the life or progress of the pink roses in the living room. And as you can see, it has developed quite a bit. There are three new blooms, and a fourth bulb on the right (out of frame) that may bloom as well.
But let’s start at the beginning. This is the earliest photograph I have of the roses. If you’re not familiar with our plant, they were a Valentine’s gift from my aunt to my mother last year. The delivery person apparently left it in the snow— a snowbank, perhaps; our neighbor to the north saw it, and brought it to our house with a note. Luckily it survived. Upon becoming part of the home, it’s been watered daily. Continue reading A rose is a rose→
So I ventured down the nearby trail to survey the current conditions of the season. (And to get better photos than last time’s journey down the trail.) The animals are out, and nothing made that more clear than a massive ruffling of leaves ahead to my right at one point… or more unclear as I couldn’t find any cause of the disturbance.
Down the southward path of the intersection, I presume (the longer, denser end), I saw a chipmunk to my left and a squirrel to my right… both of them scared of my presence, of course. Continue reading Lost in the woods→
So the country has switched over to Daylight Saving Time (save Arizona), and spring season is here… in name, anyway; it’s Maine. The clouds parted on Saturday, and it’s been blue ever since, until this afternoon. The geese have appeared here or there; but they may have figured it’s still too cold to migrate back yet.
There have been some fierce, pushing-your-car-door-closed winds, and branches have fallen. But the sunlight has been noticeably strong.
Heading into late winter, some sprouts and buds have been popping up in Maine.
…All of which are now, I’m sure, under a coating of snow.
And I’m sure it’s worse in other parts of the northeast. “Thundersnow” — a combination of a thunderstorm and a blizzard. Reportedly, there are of tens of thousands without power for a week, in winter (cold) weather. (But I can’t imagine it being nearly as bad as what Puerto Rico continues to go through.) …But here?
Okay, so spring wasn’t all messy and bleak as previously stated. There were good parts and bad parts like any season. I can’t speak much for the progress of others… they have their privacy and/or blogs.
As for me, 2017 was the year I got an official ASD diagnosis. It remains to be seen as to whether state services will help my employment prospects.