Azolla water fern are one of my favorite plants. Theyfix oxygen and keep the water underneath fresh.
Indtead I’ve got a great dying. I managed to keep them alive and thriving for 14 months, through moving house, twice changing water, mud, and water again. Now all dead and brown, I don’t know why.
Too cold? Not enough light? Water poisoned somehow? Fish nibbling on the roots? Only two fish remain and they are carniverous. It’s a mystery.
The chickweed are doing very well, thank you.
Every so often at breakfast time I jump through a rabbit hole that presents itself as an independent blog post, and see what I can see down there.
This morning, since I was late anyway, and since my computer fell corner-wise on my right foot little toe yesterday and I can walk only painfully, I thought I might as well.
Because it is at breakfast time that I normally check my emails, BOMs opinion on the weather for the day, and a few other things depending on how long each thing takes. One hour is it, including breakfast.
Looks like I’m only allowed three paragraphs for this post, and I’m typing this completely in the dark … maybe I better move it to my laptop … that didn’t happen and lost my train of thought in the meantime. So this is it for the meantime.
is impossible to write an effective first post on a blog.
— Read on aworkinglibrary.com/writing/first-things-first
Gossiping, what the world lost when the authoritarian impulse took against the power of women.
Talk is power.
— Read on aworkinglibrary.com/writing/gather-your-gossips
One of the many suppressed longings of creation which cry after fulfilment is for neglected joys within reach; while we are busy pursuing chimerical …
Evercool
This morning found another artist whose paintings ‘speak’ to me. Simple at first glance with well defined shapes. The colours, how I also like to outline them.
But complex, too. Layers signified by tree branches in front and behind. The road topping hills and going out of sight in the dales. Thetr is distance and perspective.
And there’s luscious substance, not to forget. Shapes shadowed as they curve inward to meet the bedrock of the canvas.
I like it a lot.
One thing about this weather report app that irritates me every day that I take notice is Visibility.
So we can see 24 kilometres, but only if we’re looking into the sky, at clouds. Or if you yourself are in space.
If you stand at sealevel, looking out over the sea, the horizon is about 4.8 kilometres away, and this is for a man of average height which is 5’ 10” or 1.75 metres.
If you look inland and you’re not standing on a mountain, it’d be a lot less, what with the lumps and bumps of most of the Earth.
no, it did not cause the flooding in Dubai
— Read on www.theclimatebrink.com/p/a-primer-on-cloud-seeding/comments
Keeping this for future reference …
When I was out the other day, after I had sat down in the civilized new-ness of the one year old addition to the village and found it too structured for my mood, I walked into the old section.
This village started in the the 1980s with a field of little villas surrounding a community facility. About half the villas remain along with the old communal areas.
So I crossed the vacant block along the concrete path. Weed central but with more flowers than the sculptural resort style gardens in the newer sections …
There’s even a lone fungal fruiting body. Further on, as I come into the streets, the vacancies and their bewildered gardens become obvious. (A pun there)
Can barely see the villas for the overgrown gardens. A riot of flowers though. More varieties of hibiscus that I’ve seen in one small area.
There are some beautiful trees and shrubs, five to ten metres tall. I can’t imagine they’ll be kept when the building program continues.
Finally, in a derelict corner I see a clump of fungi. I had been wondering whether these gardens were maintained by the establishment or cultivated by the residents themselves. The fungi speak for the latter.
Three, possibly four species I make that. What do you think, mycophiles?
