Sunday, June 24, 2018

Dinner conversation: Sex, politics, and religion


THE SETTING: University of Scranton, 1988. A Presidential election year, with Michael Dukakis running against the incumbent Vice President George H.W. Bush. A group of us were gathered for dinner in the upstairs cafeteria of the (now demolished) Student Center, a room also known as the Pocono Northeast Room. Joining us was a Born-Again Christian friend who had been expressing opinions about the subservience of women, and how they do not belong in public service.

ME: "So if there were a presidential election between a highly-qualified Christian woman and a man who is a Satanist who believes abortion should be mandatory and all Christians should be put to death..."

HIM: "I would vote for the man. Women don't belong in public office."

I just realized that I foresaw the outcome of the 2016 Presidential election, or at least the reason for the Evangelical vote, back in 1988.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Shakespeare in NEPA

I have a friend with whom I have a sort of standing date: every chance we get, we will see any local performances of Shakespeare's plays. We've seen Macbeth, The Merchant of Venice, and As You Like It in Bloomsburg, Twelfth Night at Luzerne County Community College in Nanticoke, A Midsummer Night's Dream at King's College in Wilkes-Barre, versions of Romeo and Juliet at Bucknell University in Lewisburg (in a gangster setting) and in Bloomsburg (purportedly in an Occupy Wall Street setting, though the two sides more closely resembled Hillary Clinton's "establishment" camp and Bernie Sanders' "progressive" camp,) and versions of Hamlet in Scranton performed by the New Vintage Ensemble and again at King's College (in a World War II setting) in Wilkes-Barre. (I also managed to see The Tempest at King's College by myself, due to a scheduling mix-up, and we went to see a movie theater presentation of Henry IV Part 2 at...I don't really remember where we saw it, but it was recorded at the Shakespeare's Globe, the reconstruction of the Globe Theater in London.)

We recently heard of yet another upcoming performance of Hamlet, but agreed that we were all Hamletted out for the time being. However there are some other options available. My friend sent me this notification a while back:
Gaslight Theatre Company is proud to present William Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, directed by Brandi George and David Reynolds, June 22-24 and 29-30 at its theatre in the East End Centre in Wilkes-Barre...Performances will be held June 22, 23, 29, and 30 at 8 p.m. and June 24 at 3 p.m. Tickets ($15 for adults and $12 for students, seniors, and veterans) will go on sale on June 8 and can be purchased online at www.ticketfly.com or at the door (please note tickets are not available by phone). Advanced purchases are highly recommended as seating is general admission and limited. The Box Office will open one hour prior to performances.
Then there is this from the Scranton Shakespeare Festival:
The Scranton Shakespeare Festival (SSF) announces its seventh season - an ambitious program featuring two Shakespeare comedies, two musicals, a new devised work, and its annual Youth Theatre Lab piece. Audiences will have the opportunity to catch all the shows in repertory during the festival's signature last weekend, July 27 - 29, 2018. 
For its seventh year, the Scranton Shakespeare Festival will present "How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying," June 28th through July 1st, and one last time July 27th. Directed by Bobby Temple, the musical will be performed at The Marketplace at Steamtown, continuing the festival's exploration of site-specific theatre, a nod to last year's "Damn Yankees" at PNC Field. 
Randolph Curtis Rand returns to the festival to direct an abridged, four-person version of Shakespeare's "Tempest," double-billed with Brenna Geffers' devised work "Sycorax," specially commissioned by the festival and inspired by a character briefly mentioned in "Tempest." "Tempest/Sycorax" will go on July 6th through July 8th, and July 28th at Scranton Prep. 
"As You Like It," directed by festival newcomer Emma Rosa Went, will go up the following weekend, July 13th through July 15th, as well as July 29th, at Scranton Prep. 
The festival's second musical, "Footloose," directed by Artistic Director Michael Bradshaw Flynn, will perform July 19th through July 22nd, and July 29th, at Scranton Prep. 
The Youth Theatre Lab is set to perform its original adaptation of "Hansel & Gretel" July 7th, 14th and 21st, at Scranton Prep. 
As in previous years, the Scranton Shakespeare Festival continues to push boundaries and expand its reach, exploring a variety of relevant themes and echoing national conversations on challenging the status quo and the youth movement sweeping the country. 
The Scranton Shakespeare Festival is a not-for-profit, government-recognized 501 (c)3 organization. Founded by a board of local community members and theatre professionals who hail from Northeastern Pennsylvania region, the Scranton Shakespeare Festival is now in its seventh season of professional theatre that is free to the public. SSF is made possible by the generosity of local businesses and institutions, the support of grants of both state and national standing, the dedication of our talented company of actors and technicians reigning from Northeast Pennsylvania, New York City, Philadelphia, and beyond, but most importantly through the patronage and donations of our community.
There is also a single Shakespeare in the Park performance of Macbeth on Saturday, June 23 at Riverside Park in Tunkhannock at 7:00 PM.

So, we have options when in comes to Shakespeare in Northeastern Pennsylvania this Summer!

Friday, June 22, 2018

Saint Faustina Parish Festival, June 22-24

Growing up in a city with numerous Catholic churches meant numerous church bazaars and parish festivals throughout the Summer. My parish, St. Mary's, had one of the last of the year, on the last weekend in July. The large parking lot behind the church and school would be filled  with game stands, a huge area area for selling pierogies and french fries and potato pancakes and beer, a bingo tent, and a stage that at least one night out of the three of the festival would feature a Polka band - usually Stanky and the Coal Miners, led by parish member John Stankovic. That came to an end in 2005, and soon after that St. Mary's was consolidated with all of the other Nanticoke Catholic churches into a single parish, rechristened St, Faustina Kowalska. The primary site for this consolidated parish is the old Holy Trinity church, and, unsurprisingly, the various church bazaars were also consolidated into a single parish festival, held in the same place and at the same time as the Holy Trinity parish festival.

This weekend is that time.

The festival begins today, Friday, June 22, 2018 from 5:00 P.M. to midnight at the Saint Faustina Parish Grove in Sheatown, located at 145 Old Newport Street, behind Guardian Elder Care. Entertainment will be provided by pop rock band Flaxy Morgan.

On Saturday, June 23, 2018 the second day of the festival kicks off with a Polka Mass at 4:00 P.M. at the Saint Faustina Parish Grove, which is apparently very popular (though I have never gone to one) and takes the place of the regularly scheduled 4:00 PM Mass usually held at at the Saint Faustina Main Site. (As of the end of last year, 4:00 PM Saturday Mass is no longer held at the Saint Faustina Secondary Site, the former St. Mary's, where only a single mass is now held at 9:30 AM on Sunday each week.) Music will be supplied by Joe Stanky and the Cadets. The festival itself will begin at 5:00 PM with music provided by country rock band Iron Cowboy, and will run until midnight.

The festival wraps up on Sunday, June 24, 2018, and runs from 4:00 PM to 11:00 PM. Entertainment will be provided by rock band 40lb. Head.


Thursday, June 21, 2018

Sunset on the first day of Summer



Because, hey, who hasn't looked at a sunset and thought "I wonder what that would look like in high contrast monochrome?"
Did people take a lot of photographs of sunsets in the era of black-and-white photography?



A pretty sunset turned downright fiery on the first day of Summer, less that fifteen hours past the solstice. People throughout Northeastern Pennsylvania were probably capturing images of this sunset.This is my contribution, from Nanticoke.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Disgusted

Donald Trump is a national disgrace. An indictment of the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of the American electoral system. An embarrassment. A mistake. And if he's not on the payroll on foreign enemies trying to destroy the United States, then they are getting an amazing bargain.

America, you fucked up.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Poems at the Pub, June 26, 2018

image by Erin Delaney

A week from now will see the inaugural installment of Poems at the Pub, being held Tuesday, June 26 from 7:00 to 9:00 PM in the upper room of Dugan's Pub, 385 Main Street in Luzerne, Pennsylvania, and featuring readings by Erin Delaney, Joel Showalter, Micah Bauman, and David Bauman. If this is successful, it may be the first of many. Come on out and support the local arts scene in Luzerne County!

Monday, June 18, 2018

Recipe: No-Bake Eggnog Pie


Yes, it's June 18, and even though Summer hasn't officially started yet, it's the middle of Summer as far as the weather is concerned in Northeastern Pennsylvania today, with high humidity and temperatures in the high 80s, mid 90s, and even allegedly reaching into the 100s in some parts of Scranton. But my mom is gathering together a bunch of old Woman's World magazines to donate tomorrow, and I remembered that one had a recipe for an eggnog pie I wanted to grab.

I made an eggnog pie once for a New Year's Eve party back in 1998. It used a cooked filling, and I remember that even though I managed to scorch the filling it was still pretty good. This is a far simpler no-bake pie.

This recipe is from the December 4, 2017 issue of Woman's World, and is reprinted from the blog MeatloafAndMelodrama.com.  I would include a link to the original, but have found to my dismay that external sites can be ephemeral things, and all too often these links will become dead links over time.  If you want to see the original, look up "eggnog pie" on the site listed above.

Helpful hint: I almost made this this past holiday season, but when I went to the supermarket a day or two after Christmas all of the eggnog had been cleared off the shelves. Which is odd, since I've always associated eggnog more with New Year's than Christmas. So buy your eggnog before Christmas if you want to make this pie!

Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups eggnog
1 package (3.4 ounces) instant vanilla pudding mix
Dash of nutmeg
2 cups thawed frozen whipped topping (not "lite")
1 frozen or homemade pie shell, baked, cooled

- In medium bowl, combine eggnog and pudding mix; beat with electric mixer until thick.
- Sprinkle in some nutmeg.
- Fold in whipped topping until mixture is fluffy and color is pale yellow.
- Spoon mixture into pie shell, smooth with spatula.
- Refrigerate two hours or until firm.


And now, this issue of Woman's World goes off to be donated to a hospital or retirement home somewhere.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Back to work

Today was my first day back at work after my vacation. Because of my new schedule, by taking three days off - two of which I had already scheduled off back in January - I was able to manage nearly a week away from work. After today's ten hour session, I will have tomorrow off, then be back for three more days, and then have two days off. Then everything starts over next Sunday.

This was definitely one of the strangest vacation weeks I've ever had, made stranger by a tornado smack in the middle of it. Someday I may even write about it.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Osterhout Book Sale, now through June 23!



The 42nd Annual Book Sale at the Osterhout Library is going on now through June 23! See the schedule above for the hours. I stopped by today and walked out with $10 worth of books that filled two bags. I'll try to visit again and see what I missed today!

Friday, June 15, 2018

Writers' Showcase Summer Edition is Saturday, June 16!


The Writers' Showcase Summer Edition is tomorrow! If you can make it, I'd love to see you there!

WHAT: The Writers' Showcase, an evening of stories, poems, and surprises from Grant Clauser, Harold Jenkins, Vicki Mayk, and Curtis Smith, hosted by Brian Fanelli and Dawn Leas, all for the low, low price of $4.00! Refreshments will be provided!

WHERE: The Olde Brick Theatre, rear 126 West Market Street, Scranton, PA.

WHEN: 7:00 - 9:00 PM on Saturday, June 16

HOW:  Take North Main Avenue to West Market Street and go uphill. Park on Market Street or in the parking lot behind the theatre. The entrance is from the back and on an upper story - you'll be climbing a hill and crossing a bridge. Admission is $4.00 - that works out to a dollar a reader!

Please come if you can! You won't be disappointed!

Thursday, June 14, 2018

The Arena Hub Plaza tornado, June 13, 2018


Last night a tornado tore across the Arena Hub Plaza in Wilkes-Barre Township.

It really wasn't a surprise. We had plenty of warning. A Tornado Warning box was drawn up just west of Nanticoke until 9:45 PM. After it passed, another box was drawn up - including Nanticoke, and extending east through Wilkes-Barre, Wilkes-Barre Township, and beyond. It would expire in a half-hour or so. We watched and waited. At one point my phone flared up with an alert. I think that was just about 10:00 PM.

It rained, hard, for a while. The wind blew hard for a bit, too. But the storm passed over us without so much as a shingle through the front window.

Then we got a call that Barnes & Noble at the Arena Hun Plaza in Wilkes-Barre Township had collapsed. And not just Barnes & Noble. Panera Bread had allegedly collapsed, too.

Photographers and first responders arrived on the scene. Nighttime shots showed devastation: twisted metal, scattered rubble, cars flipped and destroyed. Buildings collapsed. And the rumors started: numerous deaths, many missing, widespread looting.

But the reality of the situation gradually unfolded. Despite all the damage, nobody had died, or even been seriously injured. Six people had been slightly injured in Panera Bread, which had been torn open and massively damaged. But that was it. The tornado (confirmed as an F2) had hit around 10:00, when most of the businesses in the area were closed or closing. The path of destruction started at U-Haul and Ken Pollock Nissan just off Mundy Street. It cut through Music-Go-Round, Panera Bread, clipped Barnes & Noble, and continued through Dick's Sporting Goods - a straight line distance of less than half a mile. In all, twenty-six stores were damaged or destroyed, and a propane tank was damaged, filling the area with heavier-than-air flammable gas.

Red dots indicate approximate path of tornado. Orange indicates places that could have resulted in numerous casualties if hit by a tornado.
Official National Weather Service report. Click to read.

It was a best case / worst case scenario. Had the tornado taken a slightly different path, it might have torn through Highland Park Senior Living, a retirement community with hundreds of residents, or the Veterans' Administration Medical Center, a hospital with hundreds of beds, or through a housing development just to the east of the Arena Hub Plaza, or a still-open Walmart, or the Mohegan Sun Arena, or any of a number of hotels, or torn apart Interstate 81. Had it arrived an hour or two earlier, it would have hit stores and restaurants full of customers. But it didn't. It hit a bunch of mostly-empty stores, and caused massive property damage but no major injuries.

But it hit the concentrated heart of retail in the greater Wilkes-Barre area. It has done tens of millions of dollars of property damage, and the damage to the local economy through the temporary or permanent loss of jobs and sales tax revenue and the consequences of those losses could go into the hundreds of millions of dollars. Hundreds of people have lost their jobs. Some of those jobs will never come back.

Barnes and Noble stood for about twenty-five years. The chain pledges to rebuild.

But in those twenty-five years, the Arena Hub Plaza has never been hit by a storm like this. In fifty years, my mother's house has never had a shingle put through its front window, or had shingles ripped off its own roof. All of these things have happened now in a span of eight weeks.

My friends in Maryland who perform at a Renaissance Faire have noted that each year the weather is becoming more intense and erratic, to the point that they are talking about moving the Faire inside, perhaps into one of the many now-vacant shopping malls.

Things are changing. Weather is changing. The climate is changing.

Welcome to the new normal.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Mental illness is not a weakness

In the wake of Anthony Bourdain's suicide on June 8, 2018, there was a common refrain heard: "He had such an amazing life. He got to travel all over the world. He knew so many famous people. He was so successful. What did he have to be depressed about?"

Depression is not sadness. Depression is not disappointment with your station in life. Depression is an illness. Asking "What did he have to be depressed about, he's so rich and successful?" is about as dumb as saying "How can she have cancer, she's so pretty?" or "How can he have diabetes, he has such great hair?"

I know someone who has experienced a mental breakdown. I am no psychologist, but I expect this was a result of various stresses in conjunction with previously unrecognized chemical imbalances in the brain. But people ask, "How can this happen to this person? They've always been so strong." Mental illness has nothing to do with strength. Mental illness is not a weakness. Mental illness is a chemical imbalance in the brain. Mental illness is an illness.

Do what you can. Send love, sure. Pray if it makes you feel better. Wish upon a star. But when it comes down to it, people with mental illness need treatment and support. If you are their friend, that means support from you, too. Learn what you can do to help them, to keep them going. Then do it.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

The college dream

Had a dream last night and want to write it down before it fades away.

I was back in college, but it was a highly specialized college, with only a handful of students, who ranged in age from very young children to adults older than me. The setting of the college was apparently the old  quarters for our DVD Compession, Encoding, and Authoring facility at WEA Manufacturing, in a building that, in the real world, is closing forever shortly. That layout of that space in real life is - or was - two long, parallel hallways with large offices, storage space, and work rooms on the two outer walls and in the space between, and connecting halls between the two main ones.

In the dream this space held living and sleeping space and rooms for at least three separate classes. The first is the one I least remember: it was a large class, taught by an older woman, apparently focusing on the nature and history of the subjects being taught in the college. This wasn't an ordinary college, but it wasn't a flat-out Hogwarts-style college of magic. I think I can best describe it as a college of the unusual.

The second class I easily remember: it was a history of toys, taught by two magicians / showmen, one of whom was Todd Robbins, who is someone I have met in person and communicate with over Facebook on a regular basis. You entered their classroom through the double doors that once led to my DVD Asset Library, where all of the assets that were used in individual DVD projects were stored in project-specific banker's boxes. (I was in the process of consolidating those boxes and shipping back the assets from older projects when my position was cut in 2007, leaving a jumbled mess for whoever had to complete that project after me.) But when you went through those double doors you were confronted with a wide, shallow room with two desks facing the double doors and flanking a large space of blank wall. Todd and the other professor (who I just realized was The Amazing Kreskin, who I saw interviewed locally a few months ago, and he gave a hell of an interview) would sit at these desks and harass and abuse anyone entering the room until they figured out that the blank wall actually concealed another set of double doors. Going through these doors, which seemed to be made of foam board, led to a series of interconnecting rooms that were filled with shelves displaying fantastic and unusual toys, apparently grouped by era or decade of release. (One that I remember clearly was a winged giraffe with a unicorn horn, part of a collection of animal toys with unicorn horns.) Some rooms had only empty shelves, but these had dates from the future on the doors.

The third class was...odd. It was held in a room a little larger than a dorm room, and was something like Anime Studies. The room was a dorm room, as far as I could tell. There were two little girls there, students, both asleep in chairs with blankets, and a teacher who had a blanket over her head. There was a small, old-style CRT TV in one corner, showing a cartoon of plump fuzzy kittens with bows in their hair. As I took my place - late, I guess - the teacher pulled the blanket off her head and revealed herself to be someone I was involved with for several years, who we shall call Dolly S. In real life I have not seen her since before she got engaged, and have not spoken with her since shortly after that. In the dream, as in real life, she was married. But she was glad to see me, and I was glad to see her, and she checked my schedule and saw that I had a free period coming up (I think it was listed on my paper schedule as a "study period"), and she suggested that we spend that time catching up.

...and then I woke up, to the sound of a cat crying for breakfast.

I have had college dreams before, but they have mostly been anxiety dreams: I have a final coming up and cannot find the room where it is being held, and I seem to have forgotten to go to that class most of the semester, that sort of thing. This dream was nothing like that. Instead it was strangely comforting, which made it an odd contrast to my real-world experiences of a few hours earlier, going to a hospital to visit a friend who has had a breakdown. Maybe my dreaming mind has decided that my waking mind has quite enough on its plate for now.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Vector


I mowed the lawn at my house across town the other day, and saw that the grapevines needed some attention: they were being smothered by assorted viny weeds. Today I had a bit of free time, so I stopped over there to rip out as much as I could. The vines didn't put up much resistance, though I had to be careful not to rip out the grapevines along with the weeds.

When I was done I stepped back to look at what I had done. I glanced down and noticed that my black sweatshirt was covered with tiny green balls, about three millimeters across. So were my jeans. And my boots. And my gloves. They seemed too small to be considered burrs, but I think that's essentially what they were. The weed vine had allowed me to rip it out, but in the process had hijacked my body to spread its seeds.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

What Donald Trump taught us at the 2018 G7

I hope the six surviving member states of the G7 went home with a a sense of the critical importance of securing their elections from hostile foreign - i.e., Russian - interference. Because now they've seen how quickly a once-great nation can be turned into a puppet state and sham democracy.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

Wind out of the sails

Something has happened to a friend that I cannot write about. Suffice it to say that I am thoroughly dispirited, and not in much of a blog post writing mood. This is the sort of thing that, if it happened to someone else, I would want to contact this friend to talk about what I'm going through. But that friend isn't there to talk to right now.

Maybe I'll take some more photos and post them. We'll see.

Friday, June 08, 2018

Exhausting day off

First day off on my new schedule, and I'm exhausted.

The day started with hanging some laundry out to dry, even before feeding the cats. A little later, while finally eating my own breakfast, I heard the shocking news of Anthony Bourdain's death. Then it was off to the dentist for a lengthy procedure to grind down a tooth that is to be capped, followed by some grocery shopping and banking. Home for lunch, took my mom to physical therapy, then more grocery shopping, and some massive worrying about a friend who has gone off the grid. Oh, and I discovered that what I thought would be a quick weekend repair project might actually require the front steps to be rebuilt or replaced.

I've had enough for one day off. I'm going to bed.

Thursday, June 07, 2018

Instrumental mystery (Solved!)

For the past few days I've had a song stuck in my head. Unfortunately, it is an instrumental, making it impossible to track down by snippets of lyrics.

I had very little to go by: It sounds a bit like "The Hustle." It has a funky wocka-wocka guitar in it, but also has an orchestral sound. It opens with swirling violins, and features harps and horns. It was very popular in its day, and still gets a lot of airplay. But I had no idea what it was.

I put the question out to my friends on Facebook. One suggested checking the works of Isaac Hayes and Curtis Mayfield. But I felt they were more funk, while this was more what I described as "The Living Strings Go Disco."

There was nothing to do but grind through lists of instrumental songs of the 1970's. I was guessing the song was from the 70's: it had enough of a disco sensibility to put it past the 1960's, but enough of an orchestral sound to probably predate the more electro-funk disco of the early 1980's. Somehow I got the notion that the song was from 1973. It turned out I was right.

I played through snippets of lots of instrumental songs of the 1970's. Some were very familiar, some I had never heard of. Some I hadn't heard in a good long time. Then there was one by...Barry White? Barry White, the Icon of Love? Barry White, with the deep, soulful voice that I can only come close to imitating when I am very, very sick? What is Barry White doing on a list of instrumental songs of the 1970's?

Turned out is was actually Barry White's Love Unlimited Orchestra. And the song, "Love's Theme," was exactly the song I was looking for.

(I won't include a link to the song here; such links are ephemeral, and eventually break and go dead. You can look it up if you want to hear it for yourself.)

From the Wikipedia entry for "Love's Theme:"

"Love's Theme" is an instrumental piece recorded by Barry White's Love Unlimited Orchestra and released in 1973 as a single. It is one of the few instrumental and purely orchestral singles to reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the United States, which it did in early 1974. Billboard ranked it as the No. 3 song for 1974.[2] The piece was included on two albums: 1973's Under the Influence of... Love Unlimited (by the vocal group Love Unlimited) and 1974's Rhapsody in White by Love Unlimited Orchestra.

The recording, with a large string orchestra, wah-wah guitar, and big rhythm, is considered by author Peter Shapiro to be an influence to the disco sound, which would explode in popularity the following year.

It has an enduring presence:

The Hong Kong-based Cathay Pacific Airways used the song for their TV advertisements. It was also featured briefly in Mean Girls, Despicable Me 2, El Cantante, Goodbye Bruce Lee: His Last Game of Death and The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water.

So now I can put that earworm out of my head. And now that I know what it is, I can call it back any time I want.

Wednesday, June 06, 2018

Preparing for the June 16, 2018 Writers' Showcase

I'm trying to decide what to include in my readings for the Writers' Showcase on June 16, 2018. Last time I picked out several poems and two short stories, then read them aloud while timing myself and realized that I would easily exceed any reasonable time limit. I dropped one of the short stories and one or two of the poems, and brought my set in roughly in the allocated time.

I want to present the poem and short story that have been published in the Spring/Summer 2018 edition of Word Fountain, and maybe one or both of the poems from previous issues. I was thinking of including another short story, but that might drag things out too much. There's an older poem I want to include, as a sort of counterpoint to a poem that one of the readers at the last Writers' Showcase presented. I may also read something that's probably pretty inadvisable.

I really want to avoid repeating myself, despite a strong urge to perform "dancer" again. Fortunately I kept a record of everything I presented during my February 2016 set.

Come on out to Scranton's Olde Brick Theater on Saturday, June 16 if you can!

                                                                                
   

Tuesday, June 05, 2018

The Understudies

The yard and garden, of course, are full of things that I never planted. For example, deadly nightshade.


Deadly nightshade is a persistent weed, easily pulled out, quick to regrow. It is a vine that climbs everywhere. It has beautiful flowers and beautiful berries, much beloved by birds. Every part of it is poisonous.


This particular nightshade vine is growing on a blueberry bush. I probably should pull it off before the blueberries ripen.

I've been seeing a commercial for a weed killer that promises to kill a broad range of weeds - including clover. I've never heard of clover being considered a weed. I know that it is added to grass seed mixes because it helps to fix nitrogen from the air and fertilize lawns. Unsurprisingly, the weed killer company also sells lawn fertilizer. You'll need it after you use their product.


When I spotted this rosy-pink cluster of Dutch clover while mowing the lawn this weekend, I intentionally avoided it. There pictures were taken on a roughly six inch by six inch patch of unmown lawn. The tall grass tended to steal the focus away from the clover.


Most of the clover in the yard is white.


Wild strawberry is also surprisingly common. Like the wild grapevines that are such a nuisance, the fruit is small, made up mostly of seeds (a single large seed in the case of wild grapes), and is not especially flavorful.


 
More clematis flowers are opening each day. From what I read, it sounds like I may need to leave this trellis in place permanently. (Disregard the plastic-wrapped half-bale of straw in the background.)