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Friday, 03 May 2024


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Hmmm when you’re with your group of friends, are you the quiet one, the talkative one or the one in-between?

Last year we tried "no mow May" in order to make life easier for the local pollinators.
We got to May 15 before the lawn just had to be cut.
This spring feels earlier and with the massive amounts of rain in the last couple of weeks the dandelions just exploded so I have a date with the Cub Cadet.
I'm not much for fussing about our lawn. When we built on 1994 I threw a bunch of rye/bluegrass/fescue mix out gave it an initial watering and after that just cut it.
Seems to be ok. We have weeds but I don't care. I am not going to dump chemicals out there. We live on a farm so no close neighbors and the president of our HOA is a possum so no problems.
I believe George Washington Carver said "a weed is just a plant in the wrong place". In that perspective I like to think of our place and a green refugee camp.
As for SD cards, at one point the TV station I worked for switched out cameras from Sony proprietary XDCAM EX to much cheaper SD cards.
A month later I had a jar full of failed cards on my desk.
They really like to split open if they get handled too much. If you can work around that they are fine. You just need to recognize they are not as tough as say a CF card.

In German, the dandelion is called Löwenzahn, which means, well, dandelion or "lion's tooth". When I was kid, however, we called it Pusteblume, from pusten, "to blow" and Blume, "flower". Reason: When the seeds are mature, shortly after the lovely yellow flower has disappeared, the former flower turns into a furry ball around a small white sphere. If you pick it and blow hard against it, the seeds will come off and fly through the air like tiny parachutes. I happily passed this tradition on to my own kids as soon as they were old enough ;^)

I rode in my youth, as well. My uncle in Pennsylvania had a horse ranch, so visits were always a delight. Never saw a racehorse up close, but at one point he did have a beautiful grey Arabian stallion that was gifted to him by some Saudi prince after he retired (from the US Dept. of Defense, ahem) in the 80's. My uncle joked that the horse flew first class to the US, landed, and immediately was introduced to snow, never to recover his senses.

In a country* which has none of these, what's the difference between a squirrel and a chipmunk? And a gopher and a woodchuck?
*Yes, Australia.

[One's a varmint and ta othern's a critter. For more detail, Google's your friend. --Mike]

If you pick the dandelion you will wet your bed. The French call them le pissenlit which if your schoolboy french is a good enough is a translation of sorts
If you count the number of times it takes to blow off all the white seed heads that will tell you the time.
I told my grand children these tropes so hopefully they will last another generation

Mike writes, "This post was supposed to be two short paragraphs as a placeholder, by the way. I just get going. You do something long enough...." reminding me of a thought that's variously attributed to almost every famous writer of the past, but that found its earliest known expression in 1657 in a letter from Blaise Pascal:

"I have made this longer than usual because I have not had time to make it shorter." or in the original French, "Je n’ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parce que je n’ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte."

(Found at https://quoteinvestigator.com/2012/04/28/shorter-letter/)

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