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Our weather has finally warmed up and the past few days have been pleasantly warm and summer-like. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case for many of our readers, especially those across Europe who are enduring a heat wave. Jack and I hope you find ways to stay cool, safe and hydrated. Jack says all you need is water – drink, splash, swim and stay cool. I say a little air-conditioning might be a good thing, too.
A small bit of fun(gi) from Avalus,
Alien like spires of fungus and algae, covered in morning dew.
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Pain, Barry. Stories and Interludes. New York, Harper & Brothers, 1892
It’s batty, but I like the heart-shaped heads set against a fingerprint moon.
via: The Internet Archive
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I’ve been low on energy for the past few days so Jack and I have been taking short walks close to home. Today, though, I woke up with a smidge of get-up-and-go, so we did. We got up and went to the river and I’m happy to report that the flooding has resolved and all the paths were clear and dry. Jack had fun splashing around and a HappyJack™ makes for a happy voyager.
Somehow the royal parasites seem still relevant to some people. And because I ain’t Brittish, I will let someone who is to state an opinion on the matter.
Martin Doyle. The Illustrated Book of Domestic Poultry. Philadelphia, Porter & Coates, 1892.
Because chickens are beautiful. And it’s what’s for dinner tonight.
Black Breasted Malay
Ghou Rook Rumple (Silk Fowl Chicken)
via: The Internet Archive, where you can view all the illustrations, including the ducks and geese.
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We heard a lot of frogs today, but this was the only one we saw.
Adolph Strekfuss. The Lonely House. Translated from German by A.L. Wister. Philadelphia, London : J.B. Lippincott Company, 1907. – source
via: The Internet Archive
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These peonies are so fragrant that I could smell them on the breeze from 2 houses away. The scent was so lovely and sweet that I felt just like the person in cartoons who leans forward on a wafting smell and then creeps on tiptoe toward it. I wish I could share just how heavenly the fragrance was, but mere words wouldn’t do it justice and the internet can’t smell like peonies. Here’s a nice photo, though.
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J. Rothschild, editor. Les Papillons de France. Paris, Institut National de la Recherche Agronomique (INRA), 1880
This week’s tree comes from Avalus, who tells us,
I like the weird zigg-zaggyness of the branches.
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I like the weirdness, too, Avalus. It looks like another dancing tree to me.
Or: It’s all natural and plant based!
Wild digitalis is blooming in the woods all around and the family tradition of warning the kids away because it’s fucking poisonous keeps living on. “Keeping away” fortunately does not mean “do not take pictures”, so you get some treats. Sadly I think it’s a plant that defies photography: Take a pic of the whole plant and the beautiful individual flowers don’t show up right, take one of an individual flower and the beauty of the whole is lost.
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The bugs apparently don’t mind.
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I also found a white one. While there are bred white garden varieties, I don’t think that this one is, since it’s a far way form any garden and in the middle of a sea of purple ones.
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