From wikipedia:
“Amaryllis is a monotypic genus of plant also known as the Belladonna Lily or naked ladies. The single species, Amaryllis belladonna, is a native of South Africa, particularly the rocky southwest region near the Cape. It is often confused with Hippeastrum, a flowering bulb commonly sold in the winter months for its ability to [...]
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“Naked Ladies” or Belladonna Lily
The winter solstice approaches–the shortest day
For those of us in the high latitudes, the approach of the winter solstice marks a significant change. Not in daylight; we’ll gain light in small increments at first. But the winter solstice means that Dec. 21 this year will be the shortest day. Not only that, but we’ll see (or not see) the sun [...]
Intimations of a landscape
A foggy day —
”…I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos…”
– Wallace Stevens
I don’t eat my friends
“Animals are my friends…and I don’t eat my friends.”
— George Bernard Shaw
Take that, Sarah.
Changing paths
“Hoo. Hooo-hoo. Hoo. Hoo.
“I lift my head in surprise, my heartbeat quickening at this familiar yet uncommon call. Uncommon, at least, in my neighborhood. I’ve been told that dozens of great horns are scattered throughout the city, most often heard–and occasionally seen–in large, wooded areas like Kincaid and Hillside parks.”
This excerpt comes from one [...]
Another gardening session
© photo by Jan Timmons
Young and shy, and good web writing
Young buck moose walks near suburban school. So cute, young, and shy.
Warning: no paragraph transition ahead.
I discovered a well-written and well-developed website by accident. The “About” page of the NSWA.org website has a clever lead and an easy, neighborly narrative. The style almost lured me to send money, despite a distance of several [...]
Why hike for four hours, when they’re in the ‘burbs?
After hiking in the Chugach mountains for hours and seeing two bull moose far, far away, with dark dots representing the moose, we headed for home. The hike had smoothed out my brain synapses and was, of course, fun. But the irony, as is the case with irony, was in finding this bull moose in [...]