From Powerline’s The Week in Pictures. Link coming.
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Along the Via Dolorosa, Way of Grief. The top photo is of an impression of Jesus’ hand as he stumbled while carrying the cross. Top row middle, Station VII along the way where Jesus fell a second time. Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Entry to the tomb. This site has a telling of Via Dolorosa
Some honking creature just flew across the front yard from the lake to the pond. What a great time of year! Well… except for the tornadoes, fluctuating temperatures, and flooding.
Good Morning! What a beautiful day to be stuck inside. We have had 6.5″ of rain this month. It’s a slog. Mr. Big Food is behind on his cutting. I’m behind in my planting. And there will be no cutting or planting for a while. On a positive note, I did get those three shrubs
Sunday morning is the Book Thread at Ace of Spades HQ. ace.mu.nu
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures.
Last evening, Mr. Big Food asked if we could invite the Berkley Prof to The Farm and I said, “Sure.” Turns out the Berkley Prof was a normal human being. Waitressed at a DQ Dairy Queen when she saw a teen. Maybe there is hope.
Yesterday evening’s sky. So much going on. In the large photo, can you see the whisps coming up from the bottom and arching out to the left (north)? The wind at the time was from the south/southeast. So is it visible water vapor rising? I feel sorry for folks who don’t have an evening sky
What’s everybody got against thistles?
So the Farm Hand & I are working in the Asparagus patch. He’s an A-B student. In a decent school district. His Dad is a biology teacher, FFS. His Mom’s a nurse. And he going on & and on about how smart we are. I tell him that he’s smarter that he thinks he is.
No. That’s not a typo. This is an aside about noodles and 1949. Yesterday evening Mr. Big Food an I were talking about the Fried Noodle Rings and Chow Mein recipes. We got to wondering just what, in 1949, were considered “fine dry noodles.” Those pictured look very fine. After some research, I bet they
Turn your speakers up all the way. The Days Gone by! O the days gone by!The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quailAs he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was
A weather update from The Farm Weather Center (TFWC). It’s raining, thundering, and lighteninging. There have been 203 lightening strikes today. I find that hard to believe, too. But then, Windy is click-click-clicking away in the background, and there was a lot of thunder. (I’m convinced it picks up cloud-to-cloud strikes as well as cloud-to-ground.)
Written Monday, April 1, 2018 This morning I looked into the future and determined that I was not going to be wholly productive today, and I was correct. But I ought to do something, right? So I looked to see what sort of things I had previously posted about Easter. It appears I had a
Clyde is male. I had thought we were given two ewes. I was mistaken. I had thought they were just playing when they were butting each other the other week. Again, I was mistaken. But there was no mistaking Clyde’s behavior this morning, and certainly no mistaking his… anatomy & physiology when I got to
It’s dry back here in The Den. It’s 50 degrees outside. Which means the indoor relative humidity should be 50%. It’s 41%. I’m pumping water into the atmosphere of The Den as fast as I can. Up to 42% !!
I’m taking it easy today. JK! (That’s kid speak for “just kidding.”) [For the toxic among you, I’ll be talking about Makitta drills below!] After our return from Memphis, I had five and one-half days to get the joint– including the Bunkhouse and some outside parts– ready for company on Saturday afternoon. And not just