Yearly Archives: 2017
Tyger
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? –William Blake, The Tyger image: NASA/JPL more info
Blue-Eyed Grass
Among the flowers making their appearance in the yard this spring are two clumps of Blue-Eyed Grass. This was the first Texas wildflower I fell deeply in love with. May spring bring happiness to you.
On Redbud Seed Pods
The Dogwoods and Redbuds are flowering in Kentucky, they told me. “Did you know that Redbud blossoms are edible?” I asked. There was silence on the phone, or perhaps it was hesitant mumbling. “I haven’t tried it myself,” I said. “Our Texas Redbud doesn’t put out that many blossoms…” “And the seed pods are supposed […]
Anniversary 15
It’s been fifteen years. (How time passes when… time passes.) For our anniversary celebration yesterday, we hiked the long loop at Wild Basin Wilderness Preserve. At first there were meadows with Hill Country vistas. There were wildflowers, yellow and purple, many of which we could identify and marveled at but some of which we had […]
A Curbside View
The sun had set. The light was fading. In a rush, he stood at the curb and snapped a pano shot back towards their yard before there was no light left to see by. (click to view) There was an yellow Englemann Daisy and yellow Zexmenia. There was a purplish-pinkish blooming Iris and Spiderwort closed […]
Two Dimensions of Industriousness
1. On Bookkeeping We needed some papers notarized, and we were trying to figure out how… and who… and when. Someone at Trudy’s office is a notary, but that would mean that I’d need to go there perhaps at lunch so that the three of us could me. The bonus was that she wouldn’t charge, […]
Drivers License Renewal Time
I blocked off the entire afternoon to renew my driver’s license today, assuming it would take hours. Last time I was able to renew online, but this time I had to come in person. Still, they have this online system where they send you your time slot. After I registered, I got a text saying to […]
Voice from the Past
Saturday morning at the SFC Sunset Valley Farmer’s Market. We had eaten our Taco Deli breakfast tacos. And we had a dozen eggs in our bag. We were on the crushed granite path between two rows of vendor booths. As we walked slowly along, we passed a Capital Metro booth, and I stopped, because … […]
Spousal Dependency
The fair and industrious Trudy clears the dining room table, making room for her computer and the stack of paperwork necessary for the annual ritual of doing the taxes. “Honey?” she asks. I am sitting in the other room reading about vector space direct sums and thinking about cosets, because I’ve never been happy with […]