John Spargo. Socialist Readings for Children. New York, The Woman’s National Progressive League, 1909.
Look at how happy those children are. They have health care and will get a good education.
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From Nightjar,
U is for Ultramarine ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Ultramarine.
A deep blue pigment obtained from lapis lazuli. Its name means “overseas” referring to its history as an expensive good imported by sea from Asia, but sometimes it can be found in the sea itself, I think.
The Golden Fleece: A Romance. Julian Hawthorne. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company, 1896. Illustrations by C. H. Stephens. First edition.
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From Nightjar,
T is for Teal ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Teal.
I’ve noticed that some of my succulent plants display a teal hue that almost glows under certain light conditions. I tried to capture that here, although this one required a bit of post-production to bring it closer to what I had in mind. I still liked the result.
Some pretty-in-pink winter flowers from Australia courtesy of Lofty.
Although its midwinter here there are still plenty of bright little things to see on the non rainy days. These little flowers are around 1/2″ or 12mm long and were trying to hide in a dark corner, but a sunbeam surprised them. Described here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epacris_impressa
Epcaris Impressa ©Lofty, all rights reserved
Edith Ogden Harrison. The Moon Princess. Illustrations by Lucy Fitch Perkins. Chicago, A.C. McClung & Co., 1905
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S is for Salmon ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Salmon.
Birds can be salmon too, as shown by this salmon-colored canary.
Link to previous alphabet post.
It reminds me of the Starship Enterprise ©voyager, all rights reserved
We’re having a steamy day today with humidity at 93% and afternoon temps of 32° before the humidex and 44° with it factored in. Luckily, I had trouble sleeping last night (this weather sets off my fibro) so I was wide awake at 5 a.m. and decided it was probably a good time to take Jack out. He seemed a bit perplexed at being woken up so early, but he cheerfully joined me and off we went. Even that early in the morning the temperature was already a hot 27° and our walk was more of a plod. We did discover that 5 o’clock is a busy time of day for rabbits. We must have seen a dozen of them in front years around the neighbourhood and every time we spotted one Jack would stop and stare. I think he was hoping that one of them would hop over and say hello and he seemed disappointed when they didn’t.
A few Fridays back I posted photos from Avalus of some pretty cool fungi with the title of It’s Fungi Friday. Well, I’m pleased to say that for the next little while Fungi Friday is going to be a thing. Opus has sent in some sensational portraits of fungi and they’re going to roll out on Fridays because Fungi Friday sounds way better than Fungi Monday or Tuesday.
Here’s Opus’ first wonder-filled photo.
Blooming Moss, ©Opus, all rights reserved
William Wesley Cook, A.M., M.D. Practical Lessons in Hypnotism. Chicago, Charles Thompson Co., 1901
You’re getting sleepy, very sleepy…
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From Nightjar,
R is for Red ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Red.
In a wild poppy.
Yum, Yum ©voyager, all rights reserved
It’s a hot one here today and Jack and I didn’t get out as early as I hoped – a bit of extra gravity from the humidity slowed me down. Instead it was about noon and Jack was obviously anxious to go out so I decided the shade of the woods was our best option. Jack wanted to go swimming in the river, but there isn’t enough shade there for me so I pulled rank and we went to the forest. For once we didn’t run into any strange happenings, but we did find a patch of ripe wild black raspberries. YES! I picked and ate until my fingers were black and Jack was making the “Come on Mom” noises. I offered him a berry, but he looked at me like I was offering him poison and then he made the sad little whimper again. Sheesh! I’d pretty much denuded the patch by this point, but there are oodles more berries still to ripen so I think next time we come (very, very soon!) I’ll bring a bowl and maybe come home with enough wild, “organic” black raspberries for a pie. I know just how to make it good.
I’ll be back (with a bowl) ©voyager, all rights reserved
Ballads in Prose. Nora Hopper. Boston, Roberts Brothers: London, John Lane. 1894. First U.S.Edition.
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