Y’know, sometimes I’m in such a rush to publish a post that I neglect to mention something, or I forget to include an image from late in the day. Yesterday’s post is the most recent example.
I meant to share this image, captured from the picnic table as a fireball sunset unfolded behind the trees.
I was up and outside Wednesday at 3:40am. The reason was a wake-up call from Smudge, but the payoff was a chance to take in the Perseid meteor shower at its pre-dawn peak.
The sky was crystal-clear. A bright moon, however, blew out the blackness, which limited the number of streaks that actually were visible. Still, it was quite the show.
I made a wish on the first one I saw.
After sunup, the waning gibbous moon remained well above the southwest horizon.
On my regular morning wander, I stepped over a toad (and not on it this time) to check on the passionflower vines. They’re doin’ great, loaded with blossoms in all stages of bloom.
I caught one bud, lower-right in this photo, just emerging.
Nearby, the evening primrose is still making magic. I grabbed one quick shot of it.
Only later, when I reviewed the image, did I catch the photobomber. See it?
I’m not sure what that is, exactly. Seek and Google Lens are of no help. It could be a common green grasshopper, some sort of katydid or something else.
Everywhere I look, The Mountain is very much alive.
I’ve been pushing back a trip to the transfer station for weeks. Every time I thought I needed to bag up my garbage and haul it away, I really didn’t.
Finally, I caved to impatience yesterday morning — two bags of trash (four bucks), plus one bag of plastic and aluminum recyclables and another of glass (free).
It had been eight weeks, a new record. I simply don’t generate much garbage.
On our way home from the west side of town, Smudge and I detoured to the Crooked Creek access at The Fred. We didn’t go all the way up to the AGFC building, just across the one-lane bridge and back.
It looked like a prescribed burn had been conducted there not long ago.
The water is way down, though it’s not as low as it is at Flippin, where it’s dry.
This stretch at The Fred, upstream from Kelly’s Slab, could be considered floatable.
The entire state of Arkansas now is at “moderate” risk of wildfire.
Nine county judges have issued burn bans.
I visited the passionflower vines once more at sundown.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable