"When I reach for the edge of the Universe, I do so knowing that along some paths of cosmic discovery, there are times when, at least for now, one must be content to love the questions themselves." - Neil DeGrasse Tyson
Thanks to Symphony of Science for this quote and Dr. Tyson. Onward to the edge!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akek6cFRZfY&feature=relmfu
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Spring encounters
More images from my parents' yard.
This daffodil is one of my favorites. My mom planted a variety pack of bulbs last year, so some of these are surprises for them too.
These photos from Thursday afternoon, March 22, while the earlier blooms are from Monday morning, March 19. Amazing what a few days of heat and a rainy day will do this time of year. I think the difference is most marked in the service berries and rhubarb.
More daffodils, and some tulips.
Not sure why I'm obsessed with the liverwort. ("Or some kind of wort," my mother said.") I love the spotted leaves and the pretty little blossoms that look pinkish-purple and then blue. I feel like I'm in the springtime woods, finding them in a shady glen. And that something so pretty and delicate has such a gross, funny name helps my affection.
And now... for the slugs...
I love my parents for inspiring in me a love of and fascination with the natural world and her creatures. And I appreciate my mom for not being a squeamish girly girl when it comes to bugs and slithery critters.
So, walking home from the train Friday night, I noticed slugs on the sidewalk. They had slid their way out of the rain-wet grass and were having a walk-about. Well, slide-about.
This daffodil is one of my favorites. My mom planted a variety pack of bulbs last year, so some of these are surprises for them too.
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Sunny little face |
These photos from Thursday afternoon, March 22, while the earlier blooms are from Monday morning, March 19. Amazing what a few days of heat and a rainy day will do this time of year. I think the difference is most marked in the service berries and rhubarb.
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Service berries, forsythia and (maybe) redbud |
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Service berry blossoms |
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Service berry blossoms (note the small blue flowers in the groundcover) |
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Rhubarb hill |
More daffodils, and some tulips.
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Dainty white daffodils, with pink tulips about to open behind them |
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Double daffodil |
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Springtime friends: tulips and daffodils |
Not sure why I'm obsessed with the liverwort. ("Or some kind of wort," my mother said.") I love the spotted leaves and the pretty little blossoms that look pinkish-purple and then blue. I feel like I'm in the springtime woods, finding them in a shady glen. And that something so pretty and delicate has such a gross, funny name helps my affection.
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Liverwort |
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Liverwort |
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Liverwort |
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Rhododendron |
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Another pretty little plant with delicate blue blooms |
I love my parents for inspiring in me a love of and fascination with the natural world and her creatures. And I appreciate my mom for not being a squeamish girly girl when it comes to bugs and slithery critters.
So, walking home from the train Friday night, I noticed slugs on the sidewalk. They had slid their way out of the rain-wet grass and were having a walk-about. Well, slide-about.
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Fascinating to see slug slime paths like contrails from an airplane |
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Slug 1... |
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...and Slug 2... |
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...slide toward a date with destiny... |
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meet... |
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...and slither on. |
Hey, don't blame me, I'm just reporting the encounter. If it had been my story, it would have ended in the snail version of champagne and witty conversation.
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My unearthly pink finger for scale with slug |
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Vacation, Days 5 and 6
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Rhubarb hills transplanted from grandma's garden in the '60s |
Day 5
Yes, yes. I'm behind in posting. Been busy having fun. Gimme a break. First day back to work today, and vacation glow lingers. Ahhhh.
Highlights: Last root canal appointment, breakfast with my parents (zucchini bread french toast). Neither of these photographed well.
But the spring discoveries in my parents' yard -- that's another story. Flowers were dressed like spring, themselves.
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Raised beds -- daffodils and heliotrope |
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Notice the little purple wild violets along the edge of the top bed |
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Heliotrope |
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Daffodils |
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Fancy daffodils |
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Daffodils |
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Mom sizes up the garden |
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Grecian windflower |
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Dad fixing edging |
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Great-grandpa's oak -- started as an acorn from his timber, in a little pot on his nursing home windowsill. |
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Little buds |
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Checking out herbs that wintered over |
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Crocus about to bloom |
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Hen and chicks |
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Succulent |
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Hyacinth |
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Forsythia and redbud |
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Volunteer marigolds |
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Rhododendron...maybe |
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Pretty, green, budding |
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Grecian windflower that escaped the bed -- its pale purple didn't photograph |
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Trillium |
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Trillium |
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Pretty little wild violets |
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Sweet little plant |
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Rosebush |
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Trillium, again -- love those greens |
Day 6
Quilt store shopping and cut-cut-cutting out fabrics for a quilt for my mom.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Vacation, Days 2-4
Day 2
We started with a lobster roll from Burhop's in Hinsdale,
picnicking at Graue Mill.
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Last bite of the lobster roll |
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Special orders don't upset us. |
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Daffodils in a sunny spot beneath a big old tree. |
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Shiny happy faces |
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Violas, a childhood favorite. They grew under the maple in our side yard and we'd collect them and display them in Dixie cups on the kitchen windowsill. |
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Graue Mill with picnicker. |
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Hand-made, folding wooden kayak. |
We watched a man bring two kayak paddles up to his car, and then watched him carry wheels back to the creek. He and his kayaking buddy came back up pulling a folded kayak apiece. Beautiful.
Lots of good people watching. It was a beautiful spring day so people seemed in good spirits.
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Tree-climbing kid...or panther waiting to pounce? |
I spent the afternoon and evening working on a sewing project (more on that later) for my Day 3 (monthly) quilt class at quiltfabric.com.
For Day 2 dinner, the exotic realm of Sweden (by way of IKEA Christmas food gifts and my husband's kitchen work) brought us meatballs.
Mixed veg and meatballs |
(The Husband: Are you REALLY posting a picture of frozen meatballs?!)
Day 3
Morning quilting class, then home. Spent some time in the kitchen making "funeral potatoes" and a spincach-and-bacon variation to take to my sister's St. Patrick's Day party. My niece was sick, so good friends held the party at their house instead...around the corner from us.
My Funeral Potatoes
32 oz. bag chopped frozen hash brown cubes
1 can cream of chicken soup
2 c. sour cream
3 heads of garlic, finely chopped
7 oz. shredded smoked gouda
1/8 - 1/4 c. chives, chopped
1 to 2 leeks, finely chopped
1/4 sweet onion, finely chopped
1/4 white onion, finely chopped
1 stick butter, melted
Topping:
lots of French's fried onions
chopped chives
1 to 2 oz. shredded cheddar or gouda
Spinach and Bacon Potatoes
32 oz. bag chopped frozen hash brown cubes
1 can cream of chicken soup
2 c. sour cream with 1 pkg McCormick's spinach dip (with dehydrated spinach) mixed in
3 heads of garlic, finely chopped
4 oz. shredded cheddar
1/2 to 1 lb. bacon, fried, cooled and chopped
1/4 sweet onion, finely chopped
1/4 white onion, finely chopped
1 stick butter, melted
Topping:
lots of French's fried onions
bacon
1 to 2 oz. shredded cheddarMix together everything but the butter in a very large bowl, adding the butter last and stirring quickly so it doesn't clump on the bottom of the bowl. Spoon into 9x13 pan or casserole and bake for 1 hour at 350 degrees F. Pull from oven and sprinkle with fried onions. Return to oven for 10 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle with cheese and chives/bacon to decorate.
Day 4
Lounged around being a bum. Sue me. We went out to eat at Meatheads in Willowbrook and the Country Cup in Countryside.
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