OK but first a shout out to Earth Day. TTP remembers the first Earth Day, but mostly because of all the other struff that was going on, mostly anti war things and the Kent State shootings, deciding to try out grad school to study botany, and other things. Sorry, Earth.
It's the third week of February, the high temperature will be in the 40s and the weather is presently a thunder storm. Very much unlike usual winter weather, so no surprise that snowdrops and winter aconite are in flower, along with early crocus and witch hazel. Never even touched our little snow thrower and that's good because Mrs. Phactor has her new electric vehicle plugged in there now. Snowdrops usually flower near the end Feb or the first week of March. The whole yard turns Scillla blue by the second week of March. But except for a couple of artic blasts, the winter of 2022-23 has been quite mild. But the Artic blasts may have killed a couple of TPP's plants. A dwarf Tsuga is clearly dead (TPP has had great trouble trying to grow this plant over the years). Too hot, too dry, and maybe too cold in the wrong time of year. So even though the winter has almost been a no-show, lingering drought and brief sudden cold can be a bad combination.
Wow! 2023! Who would have thunk it? TTP's family is not known for their longevity, so it is quite a surprise to find myself still around and still fairly healthy. Wealthy and wise were out for quite a while now. Very cold weather came early (-11F) and it will be interesting to see what plants found that too cold, maybe the Ashe magnolia or the plum yews. But we will always hope for the best. Indoor plants are doing well, an azalea, a mistletoe cactus (Hatoria), and the queen's tears (Billbergia nutans), have been the subject of blogs before.
TPP is a hopeless liberal, and he was very glad to see that our bastion of blueness (Illinois) remained so. I do not think TPP can stand another round MAGAness, so much stupidity in just one grifter. Somehow things just don't seem to be falling into place the way they did last time. But I don't like the guy running FL very much either. People do not seem to mind that the phoney covid cures and failure to encourage masks and vaccination have killed a lot of people.
Lots of new neighbors in our little'hood. Covid has prevented many possible social events, so have to wait for better weather to get to know them.
Hopefully the blogging will come along and TPP gets back in the swing of things.
Sorry for TTP's absence; stuff happens and my attention has been elsewhere. Now that the considerable leaf fall is done a couple of patchess of small shrubs catch your eye. Fruits are flowers at the stage of seed dispersal. The bright red berries are not only pretty, but they are adored by fruit eating birds. Often the berries end up heading south with flock of cedar waxwings. These are called winter berry, a native holly, Ilex decidua, deciduous holly, which means they shed their leaves. The species is also dioecious meaning you have to have a few naked male bushes to pollinate the female bushes or no berries. If you have room these are nice plants for winter color and wildlife.
Orchids are funny, and a number of even botanists are obsessed by them. It is one of the largest families of flowering plants. Among the species of orchids found in here in Lincolnland they are described as "rare", "very rare", "uncommon", and one such plant has shown up in our gardens.
TPP has been occupied, so sorry. Having technical problems with images. Here's part of the back log that doesn't need illustration. While looking for items for a together the Phactors hit on the idea of salt potatoes, a common item from our youth, so many decades ago. So how many if you have ever had salt potatoes? They used to come as a bag of New potatoes, which is to say small whole potatoes in a bag with a decent sized package of salt. Basically you boil them in a brine until tender then let them dry forming a crust of salt on the skin, then you serve them hot with melted butter. In those days we didn't use fancy stuff like parsley or chives. The recipe isa about 1 1/2 cups of salt for 4 lbs. of potatoes. When looking this up TPP was very surprised to find them referred to as Syracuse salt potatoes. Apparently, this is an upstate New York thing, and we all knew Syracuse (Mrs. Phactor's home town near enough) was famous for salt. Important that you understand the potatoes must be whole with the skin intact. So the Phactors had quite a laugh of this blast from the post.
Other up coming items: new cat, fall flowers, and more.
The Phactors have two pet cats who own this house. The older one, a rescue cat, just turned 17 and it was like the meter had run out. She just gradually slid into a gradual decline and she just has given up living, so we will have her put wo sleep later today so as not to force her to continue a weakened existence. Her name was Magpie, Miss Maggie, she was a chocolate black with a little white, and a medium length thickish coat; she was my lap cat, and I miss her alreadys. From 7 pm to 10 om each night she would be in TPP's lap or crunched in beside my leg, until it was time to go to bed. Maggie was a housecat who did enjoy playing with the occasional house mouse. She remained playful at times her whole life. This picutre shows her plumpish physique in a favorite place, between two kitchen windows on a window high bench. Maggie had a big head and big forepaws, a broad chest, and slender hind quarters with small feet, as if put together out of spare parts, but she was quite agile, quite athletic. But she lived a long, healthy life and enjoyed being a housecat; she was quite a lover of petting and people who did not necessarily love cats.
