A few notes in passing, in no particular order.
• I'm lying when I say that: I would like to disclose that my current net worth is two billion dollars. I am worth two billion dollars because I value my brand at two billion dollars. My other assets are intangible. Yes, of course I am aware that TOP Editors for the past 40 years have all released their tax returns to you, the readers of TOP, as a gesture of accountability and transparency. I'd like to release my tax returns too, and I might do so in the future, except for one thing, which is that I'm lying whenever I say "I'd like to release my tax returns" and "I might do so in the future." And to all those people who ask why I have 80% of the value of my home mortgaged and a car payment when I'm worth billions, it's because I care about and approve of kittens and puppies.
• Testing, testing: In car news, the top-secret, not-yet-released prototype 2017 Camaro, heavily disguised, was spotted at the Burgerkingring in Germany (it's a famous racetrack). It had been sent there for testing. (The reason cars are now tested on racetracks is because most consumers do their driving, almost all the time, on long, twisty, roads with no stop signs or stop lights, no speed limits, and no right-angle turns. The reason American cars are sent overseas to the Burgerkingring is because we have no racetracks in America.) Later, the top-secret, not-yet-released prototype 2017 Camaro crashed. But no one reporting this exotic fact bothers to answer the burning question I had: does that mean it flunked the test? (Note: nothing was damaged except the 2017 Camaro prototype itself and the 2017 Camaro's reputation, and no one was hurt except for some stoogelings and underlackeys in the PR Department back at Chevrolet headquarters in Detroit.)
• Chimps Editors needed everywhere, Dept.: From an online audio equipment review encountered entirely too late at night:
The Phantom is an improvement over the 2.2 because it is more dynamic, has more bass power and somewhat smoother highs. Sound staging is also improved to a noticeable degree. Comparing the two arms is like comparing a chimpanzee to one of Dian Fossey’s silverback gorillas. Sure, they are both members of the Great Ape family, but the gorilla is more powerful, stronger, and heavier. It can make a forest home with large branches and break small trees. In contrast, a chimp uses leaves and twigs. The sound of the Phantom is more grounded and better able to communicate the power of music.
Okay, this is my fault for reading tonearm reviews online before going to bed. Doing such a thing felt like a waste of the limited time the Lord blessed me with, even to me, even as I was doing it.
• Why? Here's why: Nope, sorry, still not releasing those tax returns. Why? Because you're not interested, which is why you keep asking.
• Weather news: Either this Spring is very unusual, or I have inadvertently (well, half-vertently) landed in one of the most beautiful places on the planet. The changing light-and-cloud show of the weather has been amazingly gorgeous.
Chlorophyll production began in earnest here about six days ago, when the biggest trees acquired a barely visible rime of spring-green frosting. Since the go-ahead signal, budding and blooming has been proceeding apace. I have to admit, however, that I am somewhat scared of plants. The painter Edgar Degas was said to have been disturbed by plants, by their chaotic flourishing, fractal variety, and chromatic perfusion. Personally I'm not frightened of them in an "omigod run away" panic-mode way—they are, after all, tethered by their roots, and not likely to chase me, as I remind myself on occasion, anxiously—but they're fundamentally mysterious to me and I never know what they're up to. I find them difficult to demystify because I can never identify them reliably. They are hard to trust. Some people claim to know what is safe to eat; I don't know what is safe to touch. Bringing plants into the house seems rash.
When you buy a new house, you inherit the plants that adorn the property. I discovered last fall that I have an apple tree, for instance. This Spring I girded my courage by watching several tutorials on YouTube, and pruned it. I am hoping the apples are edible, or at least juiceable.
But I am in a new area, and I don't recognize many of the plants. Even some of the weeds are so unfamiliar that I had to ask the previous owners whether one particular type was, in fact, considered a weed. (It is.)
Many of the unknown plants seem benign. Some, however, seem suspicious.
For example, consider this alarming fellow. I have no idea at all what he is. All I know is that he's twice as big as he was last year, and he's sending tendrils both into the sky and snaking along the ground at a frantic rate. When I garden nearby the little tendrils do seem to reach and grab for me. My impulse is to swat them away like bugs. Yes, I know he is rooted, but he seems capable of rather flagrant, and also somewhat sneaky growth, and my bedroom window on the second story is only about 40 feet away....
I know it’s banal to talk about the weather, but the day we had two days ago was amazing. It was raining steadily when I woke up and I thought okay, rainy day. But no, halfway through the morning a classic high pressure system moved in and dried everything out—beautiful sweet clean pure cool air and brilliant billowing clouds, cool and windy. After lunch I drove to the grocery store and it was still gorgeous when I went in, and I bought no more than a couple of dozen things, and remarked to the checkout clerk, "beautiful day out there," and she said, "sure is"...but no! When I stepped outside again the sky had abruptly clouded over again and was completely overcast, with a churn of high clouds of variegated mottled grays with ragged edges like torn paper. Once I got home the sky wetted the ground again, gently.
Later still I looked up from my computer and saw a fairytale sky…clean cerulean blue, with a touch of deep cobalt as if deep space were faintly showing through, and processions of cottonball white clouds scudding swiftly along in the atmosphere. Near "Bluff sunset" (when the sun descends behind the high Bluff across the lake to the West), Butters and I went out to fling the ball (which we do four times a day, and he’s always lobbying to make that five). The sky by that time was a clear, cloudless, unblemished blue from horizon to horizon, and the razor clear yellow light of the setting sun on the budding trees, slanting in nearly sideways, was so lovely I couldn’t take my eyes off the land. Finally the Bluff covered the sun and shrouded the whole outdoors in somber blue-gray, and the moon was high in the sky just beginning to brighten.
• Positive confirmation via independent corroboration: "I can certify that Mr. Michael Johnston is absolutely and unequivocally worth two billion dollars. At least two billion dollars. I have seen the financials myself. All sorts of financials. The best financials." —TOP spokesman John Barren, sitting in Mike's chair on Mike's porch typing on Mike's computer
And there you have it, from an independent source. That's proof.
Mike
"Open Mike" is the anything-goes editorial page of TOP, often off-topic, which appears on Sundays.
UPDATE Monday: With the possibility that my plant is an invasive species, I've contacted the Cornell University Cooperative Extension of Yates County and left a message for the Invasive Species Specialist, whose name is Emily. This is a world I know very little about, so it's just the sort of thing I would investigate, because I stand a good chance of learning something. I'll keep you posted. ...Well, assuming there's anything at least moderately interesting to keep you posted about. —MJ
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Featured Comments from:
John Hufnagel: "That plant you've pictured is indeed a weed "Oriental Bittersweet," and it's common on the East Coast. It will produce tiny odorless flowers and will take over your entire yard given enough time. It grows ferociously fast and will climb any tree, fence or deck. Unless you have a need of such qualities (such as a living barrier), you'd be better off getting rid of it. You'll have to be very persistent to do so."
Mike replies: Eeek!
robert e: "There's a great deal we don't yet know about plants, because we have only asked a limited set of questions about them. In part because they're too familiar. Maybe if more of us were weirded out by plants (which is to say, recognize their mystery) we'd pay more attention, and learn a lot thereby, because they're clearly up to lots of things that we just haven't noticed before."
Alan Carmody: "Re 'I have inadvertently...landed in one of the most beautiful places on the planet': You have. The play of light can be amazing, especially in these months, as the cold front moves back and forth and is broken up into swirls and eddies by the landscape and the local lake effects. It doesn't hurt that it all happens in picturesque hilly farmland. Visually and topographically speaking, the Finger Lakes can be more like England than New England is."
Paul Van: "Is it sad that my first thought was 'Graham arm...'?"
Mike replies: The tonearm that makes its forest home of leaves and twigs, yes.
Charming snippets of most enlightened prose indeed. Thank you kind Sir.
Posted by: m3photo | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 03:03 PM
So I guess I know how you will not be voting.
May your readership be in every home and every garage and that all your readers think as you do.
Posted by: David Bennett | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 03:24 PM
The weather changes fast in my native Denmark, but when I moved to Edinburgh, highland, for a year in 2000, I was shocked. I walked into a large store, browsed around, and walked out again to find that it had started raining and stopped again while I was in the store. This happened three times in my first week, I felt like I was in a Dali painting (surreal, you know).
Also DK is very flat (the name means Flat Field), so it was also surreal to be walking along the ground level and to cross a small bridge and look down at a completely different "ground level" seventy feet below. One big department store in Edinburgh has one entrance which is two floors higher than the entrance at the other end!
Posted by: Eolake | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:08 PM
This post is proof that it's worth sloshing through the audio posts to once in a while be rewarded with something as wonderful as this. Fabulous writing, Mike! You even managed to talk about landscape photography without mentioning anything relayed to photography; that's a rare ability, my friend.
I can certify that this blog is worth 2 billion internet points. At least!
Posted by: Miserere | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:17 PM
I don't know what your alarming fellow is, but if he's twice last year's size, he's one you probably want to prune. When to prune it? Hard to say. After he's leafed out, take a branch cutting to a nursery and they can help you out.
Apples produce most of their fruit on last year's growth, so you want to mostly keep that when you prune. The trouble is that last year's growth tends to grow out of the previous year's growth.
If you want to learn to relate to plants a little better, you might find it interesting to read "Lab Girl" by Hope Jahren. It's a fairly new book, part memoir about the process of putting together a scientific lab, and a career in science with scarce funding. The other part is stories about various aspects of plant growth, communication, and reproductions. (I have no connection to the book, other than buying, reading, and liking it.)
Posted by: mike in colorado | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:17 PM
Now I know why neighbouring New England was thusly named. The settlers were reminded of the weather. An entire season can pass by in 24 hours.
You may want to have that discussion with Ctein when he gets home. He has just had first hand experience.
Posted by: Steve Jacob | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:22 PM
Mike, a weed is supposedly anything you do not want in your garden. I 've heard that in France they like dandelions.
Posted by: Tim McGowan | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:28 PM
Yes, it passed:
https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--T8Uuv5kb--/c_scale,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/mgmsli29hfyk0mysji5v.jpg
Posted by: JG | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:29 PM
I can recognise four types of tree, oak, sycamore, conker and Christmas
Posted by: Tony Collins | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:36 PM
There is no Burgerkingring in Germany.
[I believe the correct spelling is "Nürburgring." --Mike]
Posted by: Torsten Bronger | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:58 PM
That looks like a shrub you might want to get rid of. Of course, I can't tell what it is without seeing the leaves.
Posted by: Yvonne | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 04:59 PM
Your mystery shrub looks like a Forsythia. They have beautiful yellow flowers early in the Spring and they bloom before there are any leaves. This year mine had few blooms, as did the Cherry blossoms here. They keep growing and growing, so if you plant one, make sure it has plenty of space.
Posted by: Robert Hudyma | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 05:24 PM
Beware that mysterious fast growing vine/ bush thingy.......
You may indeed have two things growing there ---a well meaning shrub and some sort of nuisance vine, you know, the kind that can wrap around your ankles and pull you to middle earth......
Here is what Cornell has to say about them.....
http://news.cornell.edu/stories/2014/04/invasive-vines-swallow-new-yorks-natural-areas
If the Blog suddenly stops we'll know what happened.....
Seriously the niusance vines green up early, and now is a good time to 'weed them out -so to speak.
m
Posted by: Michael Perini | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 06:01 PM
Are you getting enough sleep, Mike?
Posted by: Kenneth Tanaka | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 06:25 PM
Aaaargh! A 'he' tree. GENDER BIAS!
Posted by: Jim Roelofs | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 06:30 PM
Have to say, I love plants that produce things I can eat! Being in Austin, I now have 6 citrus trees, Grapefruit, Lime, Orange, and Lemon.
Just also planted two blackberry bushes, plan to add a couple of pomegranates and perhaps 6 to 8 olive trees.
I mean if your going to plants around, why not have them do something useful like make food for you?
Posted by: Robert Harshman | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 06:42 PM
I wish I could find Donald Trump (Drumpf) jokes funny. But the joke has gone way too far, and shows no sign of ending. A friend posted a meme photo of Queen Elizabeth with the text 'Make America Great Britain Again' but I responded that we'd just end up with UKIP running things. Sorry to get political.
Patrick
Posted by: Patrick Perez | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:02 PM
The alarming fellow looks like a forsythia.
Posted by: Will Hoffman | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:09 PM
Be careful. The Donald is apt to sue you for stealing his style.
Posted by: James Bullard | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:12 PM
I'm sure your unidentified tree is a Triffid. So I doubt you'll need your 2 billion dollars.
Posted by: Robert | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:35 PM
All they need to do, is boldly announce that their car has "undergone rigorous safety testing" - which would be a perfectly true statement (grin).
Who would even think to ask whether that testing was, well... passed?
Posted by: richardplondon | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:35 PM
If it is the tethering of plants by their roots that makes you feel safe, you must not read John Wyndham's The Day of the Triffids. You have been warned!
Posted by: David Dyer-Bennet | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 07:56 PM
You're a great writer whatever your topic! Always a pleasure to read. Thanks!
Posted by: Julian | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 08:08 PM
Message on the readerboard of local gas station:
Ban pre-shredded cheese
Make America grate again
Posted by: Chuck Albertson | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 08:47 PM
(1) Be slow to prune, lest the prunee prune thee. -- Anonymous Bosch (World's most famous unknown painter, untimely nipped upon his bud by an seemingly innocuous shrubbery.)
(2) Why I’m Supporting the Demonic Creature That Emerged From the Depths of Hell In This Year’s Presidential Election. By Gavin Speiller
Etc.
( http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/why-im-supporting-the-demonic-creature-that-emerged-from-the-depths-of-hell-in-this-years-presidential-election )
Posted by: dave-s | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 10:25 PM
Mike, it's really hard to tell from your photo if that is in fact Oriental Bittersweet - there might be OB growing there on some other shrub - the stems of OB are not straight for more than a few feet before it starts winding around any available stem of some other plant or tree but it doesn't grow into a shrub like that all by itself.
You have to look closely at the leaves, berries and nature of the vines to be sure. If it is, by all means get rid of it. It starts tiny but I've seen stems as thick as 5" or more at the base of and winding all the way up to the top canopy of 100' trees.
Posted by: John Haines | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 10:30 PM
As others have suggested, if that shrub by your house develops bright yellow flowers before turning green, it is a Forsythia. Yours just needs to be pruned back into a more round shape. And don't fret if you cut it back too much. They grow very quickly. I know this, as I had to prune/shape my parents 25 yard Forsythia hedge by our barn growing up in Connecticut.
Posted by: Ned Bunnell | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 11:14 PM
About your weeds... got Lambsquarters? pull wash and eat in soups and salads... wonderful green edible plant. http://www.ediblewildfood.com/lambs-quarters.aspx You may find one or two others at the link that are edible too.
Posted by: Nic | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 11:17 PM
It's cool. You needn't release your tax returns if I needn't release the transcripts of the speeches I got paid zillions for at Goldman Sachs. Let's just keep the little people fighting amongst themselves while ignoring the elephant and jackass in the room.
Posted by: D. Hufford. | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 11:19 PM
It is said that it takes 7 years of bad pruning to kill a tree. You may not get any apples but you won't kill it either. So give it a crack (NZ for 'no harm, no foul').
If you want apples, then you will need to figure out which buds are on last year's growth, and to leave this year's new growth for next year's crop. And, get rid of all the older wood and be brutal. Better still, find a nurseryman/woman who can demonstrate on their trees. That's how I learned a bunch of stuff about pruning which I'll never forget. No books, Youtube or 2nd hand advice helped until I saw and discussed the process as it happened.
Posted by: Adrian | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 11:31 PM
Not only aren't we interested in seeing your tax returns, but they're none of our business.
[Right, it's not as if I'm running for something. --Mike]
Posted by: Stephen Gilbert | Sunday, 15 May 2016 at 11:43 PM
Plants come in three categories: annuals, perennials, and immortals. You seem to have one of the third category in your yard.
scott
Posted by: scott kirkpatrick | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 12:27 AM
Since you now are woth two billion you have to change your hair!
Posted by: Henri Van Der Sluis | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 01:13 AM
Mike
There's an ongoing study of tree root systems in Oregon (I think). Chase it up! They have an underground room with transparent surfaces in the middle of the forest and chart the movements of the roots around it. And they move! Not just grow! They withdraw and go in other directions and generally act like Triffids! The marching trees in the Lord of the Rings movies might have been just speeded up versions of reality!
Guaranteed to feed straight into your darkest fears, I suspect.
Cheers, Geoff
Posted by: Geoffrey Heard | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 08:00 AM
Re. the New England (OK, 'upstate New York') / Old England thing: yes, when I was there last month I did see similarities, especially in the form of the Finger Lakes, and also in some places that I drove through - Minnewaska State Park reminded me very much of some of the more wooded parts of the southern Scottish Highlands, e.g. in Argyll. But it's all much bigger! - I had to revise my travel plans because I had seriously underestimated the time it would take me to get back to Newark from the Finger Lakes region. And there is nothing the size of the Hudson in the UK.
As regards the weather, I think the Pilgrims found it more extreme than in England. It is after all further south than anywhere in (old) England and therefore potentially hotter in summer. Above all, however, being on the eastern seaboard of a massive continent makes for very different weather influences than being on the western seaboard does, as England is, and this would produce much colder winters.
I blogged about my visit to New York, and here's a link to the post I did for the day I met Mike:
http://tomstravelblog.co.uk/?p=340
Posted by: Tom Burke | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 09:13 AM
My net worth is at least 3 billion dollars, and I will release my tax returns as soon as my financial people give me the okay. I have the bestest financial people ever and the paper my returns are printed on, the paper, if you could see the paper, I don’t want to make you feel inadequate with my documents. If only you could see them. Golly.
A movie for you, Mike. Little Shop of Horrors, 1986.
Posted by: John Seidel | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 09:31 AM
Oh, there is something about the chlorophyll at this latitude that makes me remark to my family every year that the _sapiens_ eyeball must have evolved in a green, green place. After winter the green of new grass and leaves just feels sooooo good to look at. We are indifferent gardeners, at best, and do nothing with our lawn except pay other people to mow it. But the green of its just being left alone takes my breath away each spring.
Posted by: Benjamin Marks | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 09:32 AM
Your thoughts about the weather are far from banal, Mike. Your clean, spare, muscular, moving prose reminds me of Hemingway's. It taps into eternal verities . . .unlike Trump's verbal excrescence, which blights everything that is good and true about America.
Posted by: Harry Lew | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 09:33 AM
As I was taking an evening walk, I overheard three old ladies in conversation. The third of them said, rather loudly:
Be lion-mettled, Mike; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Johnston shall never vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam wood to high TOP's hub
Shall come against him.
Be careful of those strange plants.
[That will never be.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earthbound root?
Sweet bodements!
Good!
--Mike]
Posted by: Bill Tyler | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 10:56 AM
" I have no idea at all what he is. All I know is that he's twice as big as he was last year, and he's sending tendrils both into the sky and snaking along the ground at a frantic rate. When I garden nearby the little tendrils do seem to reach and grab for me"
I can't tell for sure, but it might be a wisteria. I love their flowers but have often felt that the tendrils are designed to trap me or any other moving creature causing a fall, death and decomposition to nourish the plant. Just kidding, but sometimes the plant seems malicious.
Posted by: Tom | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 12:21 PM
"Either this Spring is very unusual, or I have inadvertently ... landed in one of the most beautiful places on the planet"
You have! And it's no accident that the green sites on a sensor equal the blue and red combined.
Hard to tell what that plant is from the picture. After it leafs out a bit, could you post another picture? Flowers also. The branches look too snake-like for a forsythia, might be a native honeysuckle.
Posted by: Mike R | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 01:57 PM
Hi Mike, Long time no comment. : )
Wow, lots of interest in your mystery shrub. Don't be in too much of a hurry to kill it off yet. It looks to me very much like it was planted intentionally, and didn't just sprout up in that spot by accident. Forsythia is a good guess based on the foliage, but you might also have yourself a buddleia there (butterfly bush). Their tendrils do indeed tend to grasp at you and follow. If a previous owner of your home was into gardening, they are commonly planted as a single specimen plant, popular for attracting many butterflies. Think of the macro opportunities! Forsythias are more often planted in clumps or hedges. But, not always. Be patient and see what blooms. Like developing film. Show us some closeups of the leaves and flowers when it blooms.
Catherine
Posted by: Catherine | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 05:13 PM
Very surprised more readers don't realized just how much benefit they can get from growing food crops in their yard. If we all did this there would be bliss in the food channel. Grow food in your yard and prosper.v
Posted by: Robert Harshman | Monday, 16 May 2016 at 08:32 PM
This was amusing and I am amused.
Posted by: Matthew Allen | Tuesday, 17 May 2016 at 05:58 AM