Flower art from today, Thursday, created from photographs of the few blue wild flax flowers still growing in the garden.
I did make it up, earlier, to feed Samantha and took pictures when we went outside, afterward. Napping most of the day, however.
The yellow jacket stings are not hurting much, now. Still taking antihistamine, but not the ice packs. Rather not do that again. Al has caulked the openings between the siding and frame on the garden shed, where they seem to be nesting; last night, he soaked it with insecticide. I’ve been stung many times before, but this is the first time on my face.
I’ve taken two photographs of the same flower from Friday afternoon’s venture into the garden before the last of the day’s flowers had wilted and dropped. This first photo is as it came from the camera, aside from the reduced size.
Here are three altered pictures of the same flower: two photos taken within a minute of each other and then manipulated using several of the free software programs that I enjoy using.
I think I am doing better, this evening. We went out to eat again this evening, having a Senior Discount punch card that we used to receive one free entrée. Grilled salmon, again, and it was lovely! We’ve had rain, which I hope will help hold together the dirt spread along the back of the house and garage. That is where I spread grass seed, this afternoon, and replanted chives. The wild flax, an annual, is reseeding, now. Fewer flowers as we come to the end of the season.
Or, not sunlight. When I first got out to take photographs, before our assigned workman was dropped off at eight o’clock or so, The sun, nearly hidden behind high haze, was bright red, again. I assume that someone upwind is having problems again with wildfires. This had a gigantic effect on the reachable effects in my recreational time with the flower photos. I took photos during three sessions, and with each, the quality of the sunlight changes.
And now that I have come to a stopping point, relatively, I need to move the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.
Tuesday was a wonderful day! I got outside with the dog three times before noon and took my camera with me each time. Al and I had an outing, I caught up on sleep, and I am almost finished with the dish washing.
Samantha and I were out early this morning. (She woke me at 6:34 a.m.) I took photos of the wild flax flowers before the shadows had fled the garden. Now that the bunnies have left the flower garden, it is easier to take photographs. Also, because the rain and strong winds have beaten the grass practically flat, in there. There has been so much rain that the lawn is growing a whole new set of “volunteer” vegetation; if the NWS forecasts are correct, there will be no more rain until Tuesday evening, which should allow for the mowing.
Samantha is more actively searching for rabbits, now, but concentrating on the gap between the gate and fence at the back of the yard and also where there seems to be a widened space beneath the gazebo. The gazebo rests on/is bolted to concrete blocks; beneath are sand/gravel over plastic sheeting, with at least a six-inch clearance for rabbits taking shelter or making nests. Beneath the (non wood) flooring in the gazebo, planks with spaces between, there is strong metal mesh. The planks can be easily removed; so could the mesh, I expect, for a thorough cleaning if needed.
After feeding Sam, I went through the photos I had taken. I deleted more than half of them, but did do some satisfying art work with some of those photos that remained. Not all were of flowers or of Samantha. I also took some snapshots across the back fence. It looks like at least two tents were pitched across the fence from us and down a lot. Friends staying, I suppose, and there not being enough room in house them indoors. I think that all the rain was done early in the evening. If they remain through the weekend, I expect I will have to stay indoors unless there is no wind, because the cooking and eating will take place out of doors. Which is just as well, because I have a lot of inside work to catch up with.
Al will be working for a couple of hours, this afternoon. With the rain gone away, I can put the plug back in the drain, downstairs, and catch up again on the laundry. Next week I am hoping to be rested enough to get back to the pistol range. Al gave my competition pistol a thorough cleaning, but I imagine that I will have to re-sight the red-dot sights. It has been too many years since I’ve gotten an eye exam. I really a couple pairs of new glasses.
We got up first thing in the morning, Tuesday, and Samantha and I were out in the back yard with the camera by seven o’clock. Because of the wildfires in Saskatchewan, Canada, smoke has dimmed the sunlight, adding a different cast to the photographs. The blues of the wild flax flowers appear much deeper and richer.
We finally had a break in the wet weather (rain and high humidity and heavy dew) enough that Al could mow the yard, which by this time had developed into a coat of invasive weeds. False buckwheat, bindweed, mustard, thistles and clover among them.
This was a special day; my sister and her daughter are on vacation from New England for a week. They dropped by to visit, mid-afternoon, a lot of talking, sharing, laughter and story telling. I believe that they have not been in this part of the country for seven or eight years. They got to meet Flea, play with Samantha, and visit the gazebo and the flower garden.
On a friend’s recommendation, we went to the Holiday Inn for dinner. Al and my sister ordered breaded walleye pike (what my sister comes back to Minnesota for, really, not to visit with family), my niece had the ribs, and I chose the salmon steak with tarragon rice pilaf. Turns out that none of the four of us do soup and salad bar. And all of us drink water with our meals.
It’s uncanny, how alike we three are, given our diverse ages and experiences.