Saturday, July 19, 2008

Turkeys in the 'Hood

Last night's storms (I'm told a second wave of them crashed through around 4:00 a.m., but I slept soundly through those) weren't of the variety that alleviate a summer heat wave.

These, in fact, seems to usher in a real tropical feeling to the day, as temps climbed quickly into the high 80s, with a 76% humidity level. In fact, today saw the formation of Tropical Storm Christobal off the southeast coast. Something to keep an eye on these next few days.


It wasn't as misty as the above photograph suggests, though. That happened as I climbed into the car and unrolled the windows. As I did that I spotted the angle on the garden I liked, but the wave of heat rushing out of the car temporary fogged over my camera lens to, I think, great effect.

I didn't really mention anything much about the garden yesterday, as the nicotine thing took center stage for me.

Although I've been planning to leap from the back of this horse for a while, I only decided it was going to be Friday on Thursday night.

As it turned out, I didn't use any kind of nicotine-substitution support for the first day. I sort of wanted to use my anger at not wanting to suffer the addiction for another minute to launch me...which was sort of empowering, but also pretty tiring.

I did have one small nicotine patch left over from the last attempt a while back and I was happy to put that on this morning to get through the workday. I picked up a new supply of them tonight; there's no reason not to use something so helpful...but I'm kind of glad I just took sword in hand against the beast (the doodle really did help me to visualize it nicely; thanks, Claire!) to get things going.

Yesterday saw the harvesting of the first cherry tomato, which was... frankly ...not quite as sweet and tasty as I might've hoped. I wish I had made note of the variety I grew last year for comparison.

But I suppose one attaches an extra bit of hype to something when it's The First. It's also entirely possible my mouth was a little peeved it wasn't a cigarette.

The second tomato, which I had this morning, was lovely.

The first of the multi-colored bachelor's buttons bloomed today. Fittingly, it was a great purple hue. There's a few other shots of the morning I'll let speak for themselves.

It was hot as day turned to evening and I wandered out into the garden after a cool shower to catch a breeze and see what was going on. I almost didn't notice them at first. I think I saw them reflected behind me in the lens of my glasses, as I turned and looked up, knowing it was a flock of birds, but not seeing them in the air.

And then I brought my eyes down level with the street and there they were, the Turkeys of Not Wisteria Lane whom I'd heard of from some of the neighbors.

There was a momma turkey and six children. They were each too big to be called babies anymore, but they were still a family group of awkward youngins, taking direction and guidance from their mom.

She quickly herded them across the street as I tried to snap a few photos of them. But I didn't capture the whole family all at once until I followed them down the street, where they regrouped in our next door neighbors yard, before vanishing into the hedge in their back yard and the neighborhood beyond.

Now that I've seen them, I'll be paying more attention for the sound of them, which others had reported hearing recently.

With all this in mind, I suppose "Turkey in the Straw" is not a particularly inappropriate tune for the ice cream truck to be playing (though I'm sorry to say she didn't turn up this hot evening, but I'd feel a little silly giving her a ring just for a pair of Strawberry Shortcake bars, right...?).

By the way, thanks to Butch for sending along the original lyrics to the tune, which I'm not sure I'd heard before...or at least not recently.

The version that most often sticks in my head, though not well enough yet to perform myself, is this:

Another one of these tropical looking snapdragons has come into beautiful bloom along the fence. Look at the way that curly grass is beginning to do it's thing!

My sincere thanks to all of you who've offered your words of support and encouragement as regards the Not Smoking Thing. It's true that this is the kind of thing that you have to do on your own terms, but it sure feels a shade easier when you hear a cheer go up from the sidelines.

I love you all!

The moon is just past full but still rich with the color of the day's heat as it rises this evening.

It's kind of the same color as the coneflower rudbeckias on the fence, isn't it?


Butch said...

The states and the capitals song was a hoot. This is the first time hearing it for me. The lyrics I emailed to you is the version I sang as a young lad though there are three or four other versions on it but the one I sent you was the oldest.

Love your turkeys and what a coincidence that they would present themselves as we talk about "Turkey in the Straw!"

somewhere joe said...

Ben Franklin thought that the wild turkey should be our national bird, rather than the more imperial eagle. We should have listened.

The double daylily is gorgeous.

You've shown me something I didn't realize before, Greg... the moon is made of rubdeckia petals. Green cheese indeed! Lesson learned: never gaze at the moon when you're hungry.

Marc said...

What a great post! I loved the turkeys and all the lightning shots! Sorry your first tomato wasn't what you expected. I grow Sweet 100 cherry toms...I think they consistently deliver the best flavor. I tried Sweet Million once, too sugary, but man did it ever produce. There's nothing wrong with the Sweet 100's production though...two plants will give us more than a pint per day when it's at peak. I love your playlist. Every time I visit, I hear something I love. Today, "Gone with the Wind", "Inchworm", and "Que Sera Sera" from the Doris Day Show. What memories from childhood! Thanks!

Greg said...

Butch, I'm glad you enjoyed the Animaniacs. They're not Bugs Bunny, but did a nice job of continuing that Warner Bros tradition!

The turkey discussion is fortuitously timed. Obviously, I'm now hesitant to ask if the ice cream truck plays "La Chucharacha".

Joe, I wonder how having the turkey as our national bird might've changed history. Eagle on Thanksgiving, perhaps? Our self-image might've been different, too, though one of the neighbors warned me I was taking my life in my hands photographing them while wearing shorts last night!

Mark, this is Sweet 100, and I've just had the third one...the taste seems to be improving daily! I still wonder which one I had last year...actually, those might've been grape candy!

: )

Cooper said...

I eat cherry tomatoes like candy. The particular mixture of sun and rain we're experiencing seems to have created a bumper crop. I was able to pick an entire bowl both yesterday and the day before. They're sitting on the windowsill inviting tongue and lips right this very moment.

I love the pics of the turkey family. Also, the daisies, which are my favourite flowers. All your pics invoke dialogue within me, Greg.

All the best with the smoking withdrawal. A guy I work with is trying a new nicotine inhaler device instead of a patch and he is finding it hugely helpful.

country girl said...

Glad you decided to go with the patch. There is no reason to suffer unduly when kicking the habit. Love the photos.

Java said...

I never noticed that rudbeckia colored the moon, but it's so obvious now.
Love the turkeys on Not Wisteria Lane. BTW, do you have any wisteria on Not Wisteria Lane? I love the purple wisteria, though it only blooms for a couple of weeks in the spring. The fragrance is intoxicating.

Good luck with the nicotine withdrawal. I'm impressed. Like that anger angle. Tornwordo (Sticky Crows) is using the inhaler as he stops smoking this month, too. He's reached 20 days smoke free now! You have my support. Rah-rah sis-boom-bah!!

Butch said...

"...hesitant to ask if the ice cream truck plays "La Chucharacha".
LOL! Very well done!!

Jess said...

Good luck with kicking the habit. I know that can be very hard!

The weather has been steamy down here, too. Nothing seems to be changing it. I'm just glad the a/c problems seem to be behind us! At least I hope they are!

Greg said...

Coop, watch out for the tomato acidity, but enjoy!! Moderation in all things, after all...poor guy, all that internal dialogue...let some more of it out!

Java, after I came up with the fictional name for our real street, I was a little chagrined to discover that there's rather a lot of the stuff growing hereabouts! Crazy housewives, too, I am told.

Jess, thank goodness for air conditioners and fans (my preference)! I hate to say anything much against the heat and humidity, wearying though it may be--it seems my plant friends LOVE it!!

Jess said...

I know what you mean. Our plants are going wild, and the tomato plants are HUGE!

Anonymous said...

I can definitely account for too much tomato acidity in my stomach, which I paid a high price for last year. Beautiful colors for your latests "arrivals."