Things Seen of Late: Olio Time

Here’s a selection of photos from the last two weeks. There is no theme, other than that for one reason or other I like the image.

 

A childhood friend, seen at the ferry dock.

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We’ve known each other for sixty years.

 

At the woodpile. A bolt of pitch pine waits for the splitter to arrive. The cracks (checks) indicate that the wood is drying nicely.

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As summer heat increases, the sweet scent of resin fills the air near the pile.

 

Seen on a walk, a tiny red-orange beauty. The flower isn’t much more than a quarter of an inch across.

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Anagallis arvensis, the scarlet pimpernel.

 

Of equally intense color (here slightly doctored for effect) was was woman getting off the ferry.

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Yesterday we saw this turtle laying eggs.

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Eastern painted turtle. She’s about four hundred feet away from the pond she lives in.

 

Tis the season for turkey nesting, too. In our back yard a turkey hen has made a nest. Every day or so there’s another egg. She’s up to six, as of yesterday.

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Three chicks, three hens. Who is whose? I consulted a “terms of venery” list, and a group of wild turkeys is called a flock, but a group of domestic turkeys is properly known as a “fafter” or a “gang”. 

 

The neighbor’s cat.

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And lastly, in Wishetwurra Farm news, the first new potatoes have been harvested.

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“Blue” potatoes. A colorful addition to any potato salad.

 

That’s all for today.

 

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3 responses to “Things Seen of Late: Olio Time

  1. The blue potatoes glow even more brightly, violetly, seated upon the shamrock green shade of Fiestaware; a nice touch.

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