Crumby Arises Early

Sirens followed by a succession of addtitional stimuli woke me up. So I am up, alert, inquisitive and irked. For the nonce if ye go outside in these parts ye might be tricked into thinkin', it's a clear night. But then if ye put on yer spectacles and or, pay more careful attention to detail, ye will note that the only celestial body ye may espy, is the brightest in this sky, Bran the Blessed, that old talkin' head. The wind remains in the south, which means that little storm that passed over sometime in the wee hours wasn't the storm foretold to clear the skies from the west. So now my curiosity is peaked and I remain alert to espy what may happen, meteorlogically.

Aha, sprinkles are smitin' the roof briefly. Yet if one chances to glance down, puttin' thoughts of comets behind the clouds aside, one may espy page 705 of the paperback edition of "Manual of the Vascular Plants of Texas", whereupon is spelled brief tales of four mustards. Hark, one of these four so spelled is none other than Rapistrum rugosum, so perhaps Ray or the LDR, was reading hear fer, nostalgia's sake, and left this great tome open to this page.

But yet another, the ultimate and most distal of the four, and final entry on page 705 is none other than Coronopus didymus, that the most astute amongst the ignorant and vulgar spell, swine wart cress, er, lately swine wartcress, er just swinecress. It is all in the name, maybe. For a Yahoo search reveals much to do with C. didymus and yea verily it has ensconced itself in merry old England and made an invasive plant list, er two. How about that!

Here presented somewhere is a closeup of the fruit of C. didymus. Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, didymus. The specimen is from Harris County, trailer park lawn, '98.

Then too for good measure and since this species arouses such keen global enthusiasm, a long shot to include what's left of some of its white flowers and foilage is also round about, to the east, maybe.

Yikes! It is the dawn anon and yet these clouds persist unto the rising of Ogma, maybe. Perhaps, the number of plastic bags on what passes fer a daily newspaer in these parts shall foretell of rain, or not.