A day or two behind, but here is a #bisect image.
Mind the flow, please.
There was an old blackjack oak next to our house when we bought it. It dropped big leaves and small acorns. We took it down and milled it last year and we hope to make tables in the future. Just came across this young tree on edge of the gravel road.
Every photo I posted to MB before was square but with that bball photo I discovered I can post the full image. How have I missed that?
Always wished I could float like MJ. #mbaug
Ginger is blooming. This rhizome is watered by the air condition condensation drain pipe so moist all summer. Tropical storm (now hurricane Isaias) is headed our way so in a couple of days everything will be soaked.
Lemon drop and cayenne chiles from the garden. Thai (they grow #up), habanero, and serrano still to ripen. #mbaug
Dined out for first time in 5 months, patio at Hawthorne & Wood in Chapel Hill. Main was flounder in lemongrass coconut milk, delicious, reminding me of my favorite coriander-crusted red snapper dish at Harbourside in Port Vila.
I’m feeling dejected today, but listening to President Barack Obama give the eulogy for Rep. John Lewis is slapping me in the face and getting me to stand up straight and keep moving forward.
We watched three seasons of Broadchurch in just a few weeks. Dark story lines but exceptional acting and production.
Planning a refresh of the Zuiker Chronicles and thinking I’d bring back the original logo, a nod to the family’s Ravens Roost campsite in WI), but seeing the woodpecker yesterday now I think it’s time for a new logo with that bird. Who can I hire to design?
After A Storm
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Once the afternoon thunderstorm passed over us, I walked out in the woods and encountered the dreaded princess tree.
Looked up from desk today to see a pileated woodpecker in silhouette pecking at silver elm. Later, on my run in woods, almost stepped on a rough green snake, and heard a pair of barred owls hooting at each other. Nuthatch desperate to escape the chicken coop.
Sitting on the back deck as evening comes. Talked with one of my brothers in Austin. Listening now to the cicadas and that young great horned owl squawking in the woods. Ginger plants next to me getting ready to bloom.
My dad’s been in the U.S. Virgin Islands since January, worried about hurricane season in the Caribbean and wanting to get back to his other home and office. But now Honolulu is about to get a hurricane. Hope the islands fare well.
Reading Our remote work future is going to suck and all these feelings and frustrations that have been building for the last four months are starting to make sense.
Stepped away from the desk, out into the warm day, checked the garden, picked tomatoes and lemon drop chile and basil. Heard a hawk call above and a woodpecker drumming on a dead treetrunk.
Family watching the end of The Greatest Showman, one of our favorite movies. Before I die, I want to be part of a Bollywood-style song and dance. Such joy in sound and movement.
Haven’t seen my mother since January so this morning we each drove 1.5 hours and met in Smithfield, NC, to sit in a Panera and talk over breakfast. Outside, we doffed our masks for a quick photo.
Department of Being Stupid: Needed a run, thought I could beat the rain, laced up the shoes and started down the gravel road, 100 yards and Bam! lightning strike way too close. Turned and high-tailed back to the house, heart thumping. More thunder and lights are flickering.