Ray's Thought for the Day
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That Japanese dude is the prime minister.
Huh!
He's the prime minister. They have a prime minister in Japan.
Huh!
You called him a premier Ray, he's a prime minister.
All righty then.
Honor the Goddess, Seed - Flower - Fruit, Bard - Ovate - Druid
The agrarian minded will look at this and perhaps, without much thought, opine, "Why that's okra." Well it aint. It's a dang scraggly shrub, not the state vegetable of the downtrodden. But what the heck is it? I have done a tiny bit of research and come up with the probably bogus scientific name Pavonia hastata.
The bogus name does seem to have a lot going for it, the Pavonia-like carpels and the hastate leaves, but I'm pretty sure the name's bogus anyway. Also, I can't seem to find where the Plant du Jour's originals, originated.
Crumby occasionally attaches the gizmo to a microscope or telescope. Then he attaches the digital to the other end so we can take pictures. The photos next door show the gizmo attached to the microscope,
and also in association with the very nice storage container it came in. You may notice that the very nice storage container colors are red and black, the universally recognized color code for anarchist-syndicalism. The Grizzly snuff can is included for scale.
Hi there. These are some of my sex organs. Aren't they pretty? You see, I hope, that my anthers are at least as pretty as vine mesquite's anthers. Vine mesquite, and me, curly mesquite, both have pretty anthers.
Here we are in our expanding patch, with lots of us gone to seed and cock and box with the Sorghastrum nutans in the background. Er, we are not expanding much in that direction.
Clematis drummondii. Er, hi there. I'm the unwanted and uncared for Clematis at the CB. Clematis pitcheri gets all the positive attention and reinforcement. My only friend is an ant. Plus nobody likes that ant either. Not even the Crumby Ovate, defender of all native flora, likes me.
This walking stick was hanging out upside down on the front porch roof. I have been wracking my brain attempting to spell a metaphor between this walking stick and my sun god training, to no avail. So perhaps this walking stick has something to say, fer itself. Walking stick, what have you got to say, fer yerself?
Malvstrum aurantiacum. Hi there. Do you remember me, maybe? I was a golden-yellow flower picture a while back and much was made of my presumptive red fruit at that time. Now I am actually in fruit. I have the most beautiful fruit of all the CB Malvaceae, I think. That's them, those red carpels. There are lots of us aurantiacums at the CB because Red encourages us to go anywhere we please. We like it in full sun in transisition spots between the short grasses and the tall grasses. We also like it in the new sunny bed with Eupatorium greggii and Hedyotis nigricans. Elsewhere, I am a perennial of rare occurrence in central and south Texas and Mexico, maybe.
Allowissadula holosericea. Hi there. I am yet another of the many Malvaceae that stay at the CB and don't get eaten up by the deer. I get big and my flowers are not so big. Plus, my flowers open mostly at night, seems like. I am mostly a south of the much dammed Colorado River Malvaceae (mdCRM) in these parts.
Here's one of my average sized mature leaves with some common household items, a dog calendar and Reindeer Jack, for scale. I am most renowned for my leaves. My leaves are incredibly soft and silky to the touch. Incredibly!
My ass wiping fame is due to Microscopic Indument Crystals (MIC). These crystals cover my leaf surface and are tall enough to allow small primitive insects to run around under them. Under the MIC I also have a few stellate hairs that in no way diminish my ass wiping gentle touch.
Pavonia lasiopetala. Hi there. I'm another one of the several Malvaceae that stay at the CB. However, unlike most of my cousins, the deer do browse me a lot. Also, if I find myself in an area of poor air circulation, I get powdery mildew on me and look plumb terrible. Normally, I would be inhabiting juniper/oak woodland and brush generally west of these parts, especially on old limestones. However, I am widely available now days in the nursery trade, as both my seeds and cuttings cooperate with the growers. At the CB I volunteer a lot, but since I'm out of habitat, lots of my offspring spring up in inappropriate situations and have to be relocated for their own good. Mercy and Praise the Goddess.
These two pictures show the results of the battle in a small area. The picture to the left is where we Ruellias started out from seed, in a cleared area around the base of a tree in the pecan orchard. This area is full summer shade, but fully Ogmatized in winter, so the dang St. Augustine weed has a big advantage over us in the winter if it doesn't come a good freeze.
This second picture shows our leap frog strategy and how we cleverly outmaneuved the St. Augustine weed to establish ourselves in a new patch off to the left of our main stronghold extending out from the base of the tree. We have lots of such patches hither and yon. Eventually, the plan is, once we get shut of the St. Augustine weeds, we shall welcome our usual understory associates into our midst and make of the area one big understory garden.
Ruellia drummondiana. Hi there. Here the managers have me, at a sunny location in the morning, but anon the pecan orchard shall shade me. I like it shady.
Hey there Ray. Hey Crumby.
Eupatorium incarnatum. Hi there! Of all the Eupsy daisies that grow in these parts, I am the most dainty. Raymone's picture indicates several of my involucres. They are a typical bunch of involucres, fer me, so I am not popular with gardeners generally due to the small size and numbers of my involucres, here depicted much ballooned up for effect. In the wild, the humans tell me I go unnoticed. Nevertheless, I am fairly common in the seldom damp, Williamson Creek watershed. Crumby transplanted my original to the CB many moons ago. My honorable ancestor is over that way, about two cubits south. I am a two year old derivative, by seed.
Here's my habit in a sunny location getting extra water. My actual size is about a cubic foot. You never see me like this in these parts. Out there in the semi-wild woods, I am long and stringy.
Here's the dang Jovian Angels attacking me with their mother ship in the back ground. That one in the lower right corner is the one that got me. It sneaked up on me from behind.
Hi there. I'm the broad leaved Vernonia of these parts. For many moons, Red Ears sent his minions out from the CB in search of my ancestral seed. Now, lo and behold, here I am, sprung up from that seed. If you click on my image you may espy that yellow aphids, attended by yellow aphid ant buddies are afflicting me. Some of those ants attacked Raymone. The ants, lick the aphid juices, yuck. I'll tell you something else. All those ants are big ants, as those particular ants go. Why aren't the little ones participating? Anyway, I should think that Raymone or someone should hose me off soon, to get all these vermin off me.
No key do I have at hand that would do the muths justice. But I do have copies of Dr. Holland's plates. Wonder of wonders, Plate XXXI, number 4, looks just like me muth morte. It is/was Catocala subviridis according to the once sticky fingered, Havana puffing Dr. Holland.
Hi there. I am a large sunflower of cheerful demeanor and prolific seed production. Me and hundreds of my kinsfolk stay at the CB annually. There is some concern about us on the part of the managers because we really do get quite big. But we also attract Red's favorite bird of these parts, Carduelis psaltria, the black-backed ones. They are cheerful little birds with amazing vocabularies. They come here, post-nesting, hunting for my seeds which they eat and then shit out. Everyone is happy and satisfied with this arrangement.
Muth. I know that Crumby is gonna kill me and key me out. Why'd I come in here?
muth feet. We have put into the bucket four pounds of cheap sugar. Now we will pour in a bottle of stale beer and a little rum. We have stirred the mixture well. In our pockets are our cyanide jars.Further along,
The task is accomplished! Forty trees and ten stumps have been baptized with sugar-sweetened beer. Let us wash our fingers in the brook and dry them with our handkerchiefs. Let us sit down on the grass beneath this tree and puff a good Havana.And some more,
Now let us light our lamps and put a drop or two of chloroform into our cyanide jars, just enough to slightly dampen the paper which holds the lumps of cyanide in place.
Marv sent this. It's where some Apaches stay in northern Arizona, maybe.
The clouds obscured all early. Need rain urgently, but these clouds were headed elsewhere, expeditiously. The picture got sent to me last winter, depicting the fire aftermath in Gray County, Texas. Nice huh. Was that a good cow or an evil cow?
Scleria muhlenbergii, or if you prefer, Scleria reticularis. Hi! We are achenes, three. I am the middle one with my bottom up so you may espy part of my deeply three lobed hypongonium. Also, if you look carefully at us, you may note tufts of short, curly hairs distributed mostly on our tops. Crumby says we are hairier-headed than yer average water engineer. But that's a private joke. Here comes Crumby now. Ray! Here comes Crumby.
Look out Crumby! The wayward telescopery apparati is attackin' ye.
Anisicanthus wrightii. Hi. I'm the red one.
I do lotsa flowers and lotsa nectar.
I am a fly trying to get some rest on the Anisicanthus here.
Callirhoe involucrata. I live here at the CB, but the deer eat me so I am relatively uncommon compared to my many malvaceous cousins that also live here. The deer don't eat most of them. Is that fair? The dang deer have become an important determinant of which of us get to survive where, and in what abundance. A couple of us different Callirhoes persist here, but we have to be alert.
Venus is gibbous, but where is Uranus?
Bufo valliceps. OK. I planned this out. Every time round Ogma it gets hotter and drier. So I thought to myself, I'll get in the cat's water bowl. But every morning they'd kick me out of old cat's water bowl and empty out the water. Pretty soon though, they'd bring the bowl back with new water in it. Then I'd hop back in. This went on for quite a spell. Finally though, they got me my own bowl. So here I am relaxing comfortably in my own water bowl. Sometimes I still get in the cat's water bowl.
Hey buddy, maybe. I'm Monarda citriodora. The most abundant late spring weed at the CB. These colors, of me and nuber down here somewhere are sort of how we are colored mostly in these parts. Although, a great many of us are lots whiter in these parts. In other parts, of soon to be consumed by the Wicker Man central Tejas, we are very much purple, especially on red dirt.
Most everybody that thinks, thinks of me as fairly common. But better think again. All us wildflowers in central Tejas are on the decline. Sorry, the liars and gluttons have to get us, before the Wicker Man, gets them.
New Orleans is back! I got this from there, a Voodoo doll. It's interesting that a Druid Ovate would acquire a Voodoo doll, unsolicited.
Today's Sedge du Jour is Scleria ciliata. The achenes are really hard to get good pictures of. What's interesting about this one is that the achene (the golf ball looking affair)is elevated over a little pedestal on a central pillar. Ye can perhaps espy that in the photo. The little pedestal is called a hypogonium. Those little lateral pillars are actually outgrowths of the achene. They barely grow down long enough to barely touch the pedestal.
defective lightbulbs that won't screw out once they're burnt out, and they burn out quicker than average. You may be able to see what happens when you attempt to screw them out. The threaded base comes loose. I have had to unscrew them with pliars after the bulb part separated. This one that's depicted hung together long enough to get it out of the socket. This Potential Safety Topic - environmental hazard is vended by Walgreens stores. The bulbs spell China, on 'em. The package is blue in color and spells 4 Standard Light bulbs. Both the 100 and 75 watt ones are similarly defective and dangerous, Will Robinson!