This popped up after dark yesterday, as if to thank me for watering at dusk.

We were there for a very specialised sort of : reporting on the life cycle phases of flowers at various study sites for . That doesn't always mean there are lots of flowers--data from well before and after peak bloom also matter--but we were there at a good time for flowers this year.

A friend had questions about visiting the lavender farms in Sequim, so now I'm thinking about those, not only what I can show here but also the smell and the surround sound effect of the drone of bees. So here's some from a few years back:

Catching up on daily photos from when I was off camping. Here's one quick photo from each day:
Thurs: excellent scene with dogs and SUP.
Fri: can't get away from those damn tourists.
Sat: some Blake Island with a distinctive backdrop.

Fort Worden . The purple ones are in a former gun emplacement; I appreciated the upgrade.

The first of our dahlia blossoms has been slowly opening all week.

鈥婣fter that, we walked by the community garden where we had a plot for ~7 years. It was nice to see the plot next to our old one overflowing with flowers (and a hummingbird!), a dense residential building on what used to be a surface parking lot, a new mural and the exterior wall we'd helped clean up & plant in our last year there absolutely thriving.

I've been so frustrated with so many things in Seattle lately, and hadn't realised how much I needed to see something thriving.

Today's is a sage that I almost pruned to death a couple of years. It's nice to see it thriving again. I believe in you, sage, and I'm sorry I miscalculated so badly that one time!

Today's photo is kind of from right at home, but as pretty as the calendula and chives are it's actually the drip irrigation that I'm really pleased with now. This is v2, installed today and so far seeming to work nicely. Now I just need to get one of those cable ramp thingies so I can run the house across the sidewalk to connect this without causing a hazard.

I wish I had smellovision for today's . The experience of cycling the West Seattle Bridge is normally dominated by sounds and smells of traffic, though it's at least low stress due to a separated trail. But for a few weeks in spring the smell of these roses overcomes the smell of burning dinosaurs.

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