Feeling rather proud of adapting my wife’s new (rather retro) summer swim cap into a slim iced turban (no wrapping or skill required for this one) I thought I would take it out into to the garden for a Patch trial run / consumer testing in the field as it were. I was quite impressed functionally-how it held up to the death star, but alas, the overall aesthetic was, well embarrassing. I did have an impromptu conversation with my neighbor who must of decided not to bring up my new “adornment” (perhaps in fear of confronting the fact that I may have somewhat of a “disorder”) as apparently I do…I never seem to learn:
“Oops! I did it again”
were not the exact words that came out of my mouth as the back of my hand slammed against cactus #2 after once again pulling on this final stand of Bermuda grass that insists on tucking itself tight into the base of this large barrel cactus. I typically use a set of pliers performing this extracting activity, but on this occasion I was so irritated I just went for it…and subsequently took my punishment.
The cactus spike snapped off and lodged into a tendon above my knuckle where I could see it move north under the skin about and inch when I made a fist…brrr, and upon making a fist there was an uncustomary and rather disturbing “clicking” sound present, but enough of that.
One of these barrels is erupting some rather frosty bloom anomalies.
Talking of anomalies…
This rather ominous-looking sotol beanstalk has had a few developments of its own of late…
…it continues to climb to new heights,
and the top of the slender panicle is now turning a hue of crimson.
Aw come on Sid!
Great contrasting forms.
This shot almost granted me a
award as the front feet of my step ladder started sinking into the surrounding pea gravel.
American Indians roasted and ate these young flower stalks, they also used to roast the trunks before fermenting and distilling them to make alcohol. There is still an alcoholic beverage known as sotol made today in parts of Mexico. The beanstalks have also been put to use as corral, porch and house roofs within its range.
Big Bend sotol house : photo by John W. Schulze
Moving Along:
Summer has officially descended on Central Texas making dragonflies smile,
and the anoles agitated,
In fact, there has been a significant amount of agitation in the Patch, (excluding the back of my hand).
Agitation that I missed some holes when I duct-taped my redneck pool (I should have paid more attention to Kumo whose attention was focused on the leak).
Agitation that the mystery “brains” that I planted some time back had not grown, in fact they had just rotted.
http://www.eastsidepatch.com/2011/11/the-incredible-bulk/
And agitation that once again there were dark clouds, thunder and no rain.
On a more relaxing note,
if you happen to own a black car, make sure to plant a stand of celosia along your driveway for a very dramatic effect.
A rolling wave of shell ginger brightens up a shady spot, while
pride of Barbados and a single Bauhinia vine go to work in the sun.
Finally:
A recent excursion to a family members land near Blanco cooled some of us down with its aquamarine creek, and
interesting rock formations.
Oh and how could I forget the bobbing reception on the back of the barn door.
This next ridiculous video goes out to my friends over at the fantastic food blog: http://troutcaviar.blogspot.com/
(Watch it all the way to the end Brett, I hope you have continued to practice :-)
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“Stressing Out”
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