Took a trip to Assateague last week. Kayaked, walked trails, read on the beach, swam, saw the horses. At one point, a ranger was trying to be polite, but was clearly exasperated. The state park had a changing area, with an outdoor shower so people could hose off the sand. A visitor had left a faucet open. A mare and her foal were delighted at this new source of fresh water. We all had to wait for them to drink their fill and move on. (reposted for alt text)
Some of the other photos I took at Assateague weren't souvenirs, they were for science. The National Park Service runs chronologs, photo albums that document the salt marsh's changes over time. You put your phone in a wooden frame so everyone's shot is consistent. It's funny to see some album contributions with a thumb in them, or horses wandering into the frame.
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Not bad! Only had "firm"; can't remember if I just flaked or if the store was out of extra firm. I think EF would hold the bigger pieces better. Didn't have the black salt, but did have nutritional yeast. I had it with some pan-fried potatoes.
the windchimes hang still
only the cicadas sing
to a leaden sky
velveted antlers
the young buck tosses his head
impatient for fall
The book looks at the history of how America viewed & handled its trash, from colonial days to the present. It traces how reuse went from necessity, to outdated custom, to counterculture, then back into vogue. She tracks how industrialization, sanitation, & consumer culture influenced what we consider trash & how we dispose of it. Some sections were interesting, but others dragged. A great read for trash nerds, but a bit dated, & may not appeal to a general audience.
summer's red result;
hard work's slow, well-earned reward:
that first tomato
@yogapaddlerun I would say that having houseplants in general is, well, perennial. 😄 They may come & go in popularity, but there's always indoor gardeners interested in growing & propagating them. As long as you're not hoping to make bank selling them, you'll always be able to enjoy them. 🌱
Come to think of it, this is the first one I've heard all summer.
a rasping beacon
on a stifling summer night
his chirps unanswered
Walked a trail in a large park. There are parts where I can almost forget I'm still in the city. Not sure who was more startled- me, or the heron that sprang up out of nowhere at one point while I looked at a stream.
city sanctuary
the heron rises, silent
startled by my steps
garden inspector:
electric blue dragonfly
hovers in the heat
@LlamaMountainStudioArts @sazemisery Grew pattypans a few years ago, but they were yellow. Different variety, maybe? Very mild and easy to cut. I just sauteed them with butter or olive oil and some Italian herbs.
unsettled wind chimes
the trees whispering rumors
of rain, of relief
faint light, fading fast,
lonely beacons of summer:
mid-july fireflies
reminder & reward,
the reason it's all worthwhile:
summer tomatoes
prefers the deep woods
small, occasionally prickly
creature of few words