Let’s go straight to something interesting for once. The Festival of the Trees was featured on Nature Blogs Network this week. Go to the link and read the informative and sometimes humorous interview with the three coordinators of the Festival. (Then hurry back here.)
Did I ever mention how nice it is to come to the end of a long walk in the woods and see what you see in the photo above? With luck and some dry weather, I hope to be out there today. It will probably be too cold to walk the property line — a chore we try to do every winter just to see what’s going on with our neighbors — but there are other chores we can get to, including cutting up some of the trees that had to be knocked down to build the cabin. With fire season coming, I don’t like the idea of having that much slash so close to the cabin. Come by and help if you’re in the neighborhood.
And speaking of the Festival of the Trees, the newest edition, number 44, should pop up at treeblog tomorrow. This will be the second time Ash has hosted the Festival, and it should be a good time, so be sure to visit and leave a comment.
You can follow the Festival of the Trees on Facebook, Twitter, and Identica. And if you go to the coordinating blog, you can see a list of all of the past hosts. Plenty of arboreal goodness there for your cruising and musing.
We have had some clear days recently — despite all of my grousing here — with skies that are blue and a sun that actually shines, but the temps have been too cool to get out and enjoy the days. February is often the coldest, most weather-laden month of the winter around here, so there may still be plenty of cloud before the silver lining is apparent.
Still no solution to that mystery book discovery I mentioned this week.
Remember way back when Blogger seemed to hate me and I couldn’t leave comments on so many interesting and informative blogs? It appears that I’m heading into another season of that. Lately I’ve been leaving comments on blogs only to return later and not find my comments there. It’s possible that whatever I had to say was so pathetic or obvious or lame or off the mark that the blog owner decided to show some mercy and delete my comment, but it seems to be happening a lot lately. Regardless, I’m still visiting your blog as much as ever.
I’m not one for washing cars. Apart from my inherent laziness, I think cars can become a shameful vanity, and the volumes of water needed to wash one are wasteful to my mind and ethic. Nonetheless, even I will wash a car (or truck) when the dirt gets caked on thickly enuf, as I noted last week on the Prolechariot. Only I wasn’t the one to wash it; Libby was. Nor did she personally wash it. She took it to one of those wash places where the truck rides on a rail system through a bay full of soap and spray and plenty of noise. She specified that she did not want the wax at the end of the wash, yet when she got home after the endeavor, she found small drops of wax on the clean surface of the truck. But they weren’t wax. They were actually only droplets of water, frozen in the cold on the drive home.
And here is the answer to yesterday’s mystery photo. Libby had set some candles to burning on the stove at the house in suburbia and then turned her back on them (for a couple hours it looks like.) When I got home, I found the mess you see below. (It cleaned up easily.)
- The Missouri Natural Events Calendar is blank for today.