May 4, 2009
It’s that time of year again. Well, it’s always that time of year with our river, but even more so during the spring. It hasn’t been raining very hard, just a near constant drizzle for the past several days. It doesn’t take much though.
A few weeks ago I did a post where I explored the riverbank in my backyard. Here is a pic from that post showing a view of the riverbank.
In my exploring post I showed a picture of the old abandoned bridge at the end of the street. Here is a pic showing the bridge from below:
I’ve been taking some pictures of the bridge for a post I’ll do sometime later (probably much later now). Here is a photo from a little over 2 weeks ago from the side:
This is from the side today:
And a partial view from the front 2 weeks ago:
And from the front today:
It could be worse. (And may yet be worse since the river isn’t supposed to crest until tonight). About 11 months ago it was over the bridge and into the street. That is when the side of the bridge washed away.
Bless you Mother Nature!
April 24, 2009
I had an errand (to which I walked!) after I finished walking laps today so I didn’t take my camera with me. But I found something closer to home to photograph. My 1st tulips finally bloomed! I think the rest will be in bloom by the end of next week. My flower bed is VERY weedy, so I’m not sure how many will end up not blooming, but it looks like most will.
Somewhere I have the names of all of the different tulips, but I have no idea where that is right now.
April 23, 2009
I was fortunate to have company during my walk yesterday and today – and I happened to know both of them. I don’t care if I have someone to walk with everyday, but it’s a nice change.
Yesterday it was raining so much, as it has been most of the week, I didn’t even bring my camera. Today I did bring my camera, but all of the shots were before and after the walking track.
I don’t know what kind of tree this is. I’m sure if someone told me I would feel pretty stupid because I should know what kind of tree it is.
I love flowers. I’m allergic, but I love them. I used to live in the same landlord-owned complex – not an apartment complex, more of a random mix of buildings – as a florist. At least twice a month I would buy flowers for my desk at work. Sadly, I spent way more time at my desk at work than at home.
This is about the only place I’ve lived where I’ve really been able to plant flowers (and hopefully vegetables again this year). My mom had flower beds and vegetable gardens here when I was a kid (there are still a couple persistent plants that come up about 30 years later, no flowers on them, just the leaves).
Tulips are almost my favorite flower (Gerber daisies are my favorite). A few years ago I decided to plant my own flower bed. Our yards are a bit of a challenge. This land has been in our family for about 50 years. Not a long time, but through 3 generations. Before I was born some of the yard was filled in with fill dirt to try to level it out some (it is still not level). The tiny front yard used to be the gravel lot of an auto sales business, and there is still gravel down there. No one told me this before I started digging. Also with fill dirt you get things like ROCKS, and TOOLS, and TRASH, and I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HECK THAT IS. Also my brother used to bury his toy cars and little army men so no one else could have them. Let me just say – if you have some frustration to let out, do some digging with a mattock. That is like heaven. Except for the pain the next day. Totally worth it though. Plus I have about 10 different kinds of tulips that are almost ready to bloom.
March 10, 2009
The weather was so nice this weekend I thought I’d spend a little time in the backyard.
These guys are a little late this year.
Usually there is snow on the ground when I first see them.
Though there is still time for a serious blizzard.
Watch where you step!
Looks like someone else found the snowdrops, too. (By someone I mean someTHING, cause I seriously hope there is not someONE going around taking dumps in my yard, though it wouldn’t be the first time.)