Yes, again. They’ve popped out a bunch more blooms, and since I had my camera with me at work, I thought I’d better take their picture.
Tag: flora
More Violets
I like these better than the last violet photo I took. The top one is one of those “set the camera on the ground and cross your fingers” photos. The bottom one has some funky lens distortion, but I kind of like it that way.
There are literally thousands and thousands of little violets out back–way more than there were last spring.
In garden news, the coreopsis and daisies are in the ground. So far, all the transplants from my coworker are perfectly happy. It’s like they didn’t even realize they were moved.
And, another coworker offered me starts from some of her plants, as well. I feel kind of like a junkie with two dealers.
Raindrops on Multiflora
The little hairs on the multiflora hold up the water droplets, so that they can’t flatten out. It makes them nice and fat and round.
Violets
This is a crappy photo, but I decided to post it anyway. There’s a carpet of violets out back, which is making the wee woodland critters happy. Mr. Groundhog was out earlier this morning, munching away at them.
Yellow
I don’t think I posted these yet. It started out grey and gross today, so I thought a little bit of surrogate sunshine might be nice. And, of course, as soon as I started this post, the clouds began to break up and the sun peeked out.
Talula, Talula
Talula, Talula
I don’t want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
She’s brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
I spend most of the weekend doing more genealogy research. I found out two things that were interesting. Well, three, but one of them is a little tangential.
1. My great-great-great grandmother was named Tallulah. I don’t know anything about her family, because I haven’t found her maiden name. She married Henry L. Hoover, and their daughter Estelle married a Thompson, and their son Louis married my great grandma Nell Basquill.
But! Tallulah! How awesome is that? A quick Google shows that it’s a Choctaw name meaning “leaping water.” My mom said that grandma immediately identified the name as Indian, which I thought was odd. To me, it’s just an old-fashioned southern name. It’s funny how associations change over time. Here’s something interesting, though–Tallulah came from Alabama. The only Tallulah I know of is Tallulah Bankhead. She was named after her grandmother, who was from Alabama. I wonder if there’s a link there?
2. It appears as if my great-great aunt Margaret wasn’t quite as widowed as I thought. I don’t know that it was a big secret, so much as just how stories get told and how assumptions get made about them. I’d always been told that she was widowed, but I found Margaret in the 1930 census, and she was listed as divorced. At first, I thought it was an enumeration error, because my great grandma Nell was living with her at the time, and the census listed her as widowed. We know for sure that that wasn’t true. She divorced her husband, Louis, and he later remarried. So, I assumed the enumerator had mixed them up.
However! I also came across a record for Sterrett Pooser in the 1930 census, only he was living in a boarding house in Massachusetts. He was born in Georgia, so I’m fairly certain he has to be Margaret’s husband. I refuse to believe that there was more than one Sterrett Pooser in the world. Ever! So I talked to my mom, and she talked to my grandma, and apparently Margaret and Sterrett did separate before he died. God only knows what the heck he was doing in Massachusetts, though. His family were southerners.
Which brings me to my next, and tangential, point of interest.
3. Margaret’s husband’s people were, as I said, southerners–from South Carolina and Georgia. And, they were apparently slave owners. Not surprisingly, several of them were soldiers in the Confederate army. It’s not a pleasant thing to stumble across, but you have to be prepared to unearth the bad with the good, if you’re going to dig around in the past.
More Raspberry Leaves
This is the third photo from a couple of days ago. I meant to go out and take follow-up shots of these leaf buds yesterday, to show how much they’ve opened, but didn’t get around to it. Between cat sitting and looking up census records, I didn’t get around to much of anything this weekend. Maybe tonight, if there’s a break in the rain.
Flowers
The flowers on top were received by a coworker, as a birthday present. I sneaked a few photos while she was away from her desk. The bottom photo is of a raggedy silk flower I found lying on the ground at Dunn Cemetery.
Flowers
As mentioned earlier, these are the flowers my cube neighbor received for her birthday. Not too bad, considering the crappy fluorescent light we have here, and that it was still dark out, so there was no supplemental sunlight.
Dried Roses
These are the same roses I photographed a few days ago. They’ve fallen off the stems and are pretty much dried through. I took this one yesterday, so I’m cheating, but I didn’t have a chance to take photos today. I got sidetracked dying paper for a new journal.
My hands are now stained a disgusting shade of brown, but the paper is cool looking, and that’s all that matters. I hope my idea works. We’ll know tomorrow, when it’s dry. Right now, it’s layered between sheets of waxed paper, in my high-tech press (a large hardback atlas and an iron skillet).
And now, it’s time to go watch Survivor and Lost.
red paper boat 