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A Romp of River Otters, and other stuff
Jul. 22nd, 2020 03:24 pmA Romp of River Otters, and other stuff
Can there be a more perfect collective name?
I discovered it here, a story about orangutans making friends with otters. You're welcome.
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How to complete a scale in the most satisfying way possible. I wonder if either of mine would co-operate?
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The main picture, and 7th pic down, item on this list reminds me so much of a sewing machine, though I can't define how—I want to believe it is some kind of yarn-winding mechanism (even though I can't see how it would work). Anyone have any other suggestions?
The last one is, I feel sure, a Victorian educational tool, basically, a Steampunk a representation of a woman's sex organs. With added scary bits.
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I've watched quite a few episodes of Garden Rescue lately (in which Charlie Dimmock and the Rich Brothers compete to design an instant garden for someone). The Rich bros in particular seem very keen on including strips of 'meadow turf', ie grass adulterated with wildflowers, various.
Which is nice, really. I, however, have an abundance of 'meadow turf'. There are daisies, of course, and buttercups, and small dandelions on slender stalks (but not, oddly, large dandelions on fat, juicy stalks). There is an abundance of clover in drifts of white and purple. There are occasional turrets of tiny white flower-clusters, and little pink ones with five petals, and pretty grasses with pinkish seeds. The bees and butterflies are busy making the most of all this abundance. At some point, Beast will mow it, but there is no reason to hurry.
I did, of course, start out by thinking how delightful it would be to have the Garden Rescue team come in and redesign my garden. But it wouldn't, really. For starters, they'd want to divide my garden into 'rooms' and build me new patios and decks and paths, none of which I want. Well, maybe a better path. For seconds, I've been developing something in my head, and while it would be really helpful to have a plant expert on hand to help me figure out what to plant where, I'm working on it and getting there. And thirdly, I don't think they do much long-term thinking about the gardens they implement. Mine is full of loose, flinty soil and needs a lot of conditioning rather than decking. It still means that FIL's portion of the garden fills me with soul-crushing despair (though my apple trees are flourishing, and I think there are greengages on one of his trees!), but I can probably figure it out, when I have to. Meanwhile, I shall dig myself one flowerbed at a time and see if I can plant pretty things all by myself.
Can there be a more perfect collective name?
I discovered it here, a story about orangutans making friends with otters. You're welcome.
*
How to complete a scale in the most satisfying way possible. I wonder if either of mine would co-operate?
*
The main picture, and 7th pic down, item on this list reminds me so much of a sewing machine, though I can't define how—I want to believe it is some kind of yarn-winding mechanism (even though I can't see how it would work). Anyone have any other suggestions?
The last one is, I feel sure, a Victorian educational tool, basically, a Steampunk a representation of a woman's sex organs. With added scary bits.
*
I've watched quite a few episodes of Garden Rescue lately (in which Charlie Dimmock and the Rich Brothers compete to design an instant garden for someone). The Rich bros in particular seem very keen on including strips of 'meadow turf', ie grass adulterated with wildflowers, various.
Which is nice, really. I, however, have an abundance of 'meadow turf'. There are daisies, of course, and buttercups, and small dandelions on slender stalks (but not, oddly, large dandelions on fat, juicy stalks). There is an abundance of clover in drifts of white and purple. There are occasional turrets of tiny white flower-clusters, and little pink ones with five petals, and pretty grasses with pinkish seeds. The bees and butterflies are busy making the most of all this abundance. At some point, Beast will mow it, but there is no reason to hurry.
I did, of course, start out by thinking how delightful it would be to have the Garden Rescue team come in and redesign my garden. But it wouldn't, really. For starters, they'd want to divide my garden into 'rooms' and build me new patios and decks and paths, none of which I want. Well, maybe a better path. For seconds, I've been developing something in my head, and while it would be really helpful to have a plant expert on hand to help me figure out what to plant where, I'm working on it and getting there. And thirdly, I don't think they do much long-term thinking about the gardens they implement. Mine is full of loose, flinty soil and needs a lot of conditioning rather than decking. It still means that FIL's portion of the garden fills me with soul-crushing despair (though my apple trees are flourishing, and I think there are greengages on one of his trees!), but I can probably figure it out, when I have to. Meanwhile, I shall dig myself one flowerbed at a time and see if I can plant pretty things all by myself.