Pictures

Sorry I have been neglecting you, Blog.  But there are only so many hours in a day and I keep getting pestered on Facebook. 

But my dear blog is much better for preserving pictures than Facebook. 

Here are some pics.

Mom is busy crocheting a baby blanket for my housemate Eric's and Hidy's son due on or about April 1st.

Mom and John Chapman on the occasion of her 90th birthday.

Chef Amanda running the show at the Juneau Public Market

Sister Leah takes direction better from Sister Amanda than she used to....

Chef Amanda and souse chef, Greg.  It seems they are fond of one another.

Beautiful fall day at Dredge Lake with Hope and her cousin, Nikki.

 

Brent Long came home for Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

And here we are in September.  Hard to believe.

A double impatiens.  From my mom's indoor plant.

From a 'Figaro Mix' - from seed this winter and in bloom in August.

 

A delosperma from seed in 2015. We'll see if it winters over...

 

Summer moonrise

 English daisy "Habanera" from seed the winter of 2015-16 blooms in August of 2016.

Can't get enough of that 'Figaro Mix'.

Veronica.  Woohoo!

More of mom's impatiens.

From seed!

The Seasons Turn, Turn, Turn

But they're turnin' too fast this year. 

The fireweed is almost bloomed out - at least three weeks early.  And after the fireweed blooms in Southeast Alaska?  Nada.  The grasses on the wetlands have already gone to seed and are turning brown.  Some alder and willow are already turning. 

The good news.  Maybe we'll have some good fall color in August and early September.  The bad news.  I suspect many native species are beginning to feel stressed by climate change.

For the gardener, longer growing seasons can be an opportunity.  Next February I am going to start some perennials from seed that do not typically thrive in Juneau due to our relatively short growing season.  Maybe some phlox.  Certainly coneflowers and pincushion flowers. Dare I say carnation? Probably not...

Here are some garden pics.

Delphinium grown from seed three years on

My honeysuckle is going beserk this year

Love these guys.

 Happy in the rock garden.

Annuals to the fore!

Sorry...but I really like my delphiniums..

A huge specimen of 'The Rocket'.  The only plant in my garden that has its roots from my house out on Glacierwood Drive. I divided the plant and put it in my Auntie's garden.  And then took a division for my current garden over a decade later.

 

Second year for this baby.

New comer to the dahlia collection

The bait pots are going gangbusters.

From seed this winter.  Sisters are purple and pink.  Hope to see 'em next Spring. 

Double impatiens courtesy of my mom.  More pics to come.

Another seedling from this winter.  You go girl!

A curiosity.  A succulent. Delosperma. Park Seed assured good to zone 4.  All planted outside last year are deceased.  I put this gal in a gallon pot and kept her in the garage frost free and she survived. Good root system.  We'll see what happens this winter...

The Playing Fields of Eton

In British political mythology the Duke of Wellington is reputed to have said that "The Battle of Waterloo was won on the playing-fields of Eton."  If one accepts this dubious proposition, then I submit it is equally valid to suggest that the Battle of BREXIT was lost on those very same fields.  Messrs.  Cameron, Johnson and Gove were all school mates together at the exclusive boys-only boarding school and whatever games of slap 'n tickle they played at Eton have not translated into the manly qualities of character the Duke so highly esteemed in the early 19th century.

As I noted previously,  Mr. Cameron bears the lion's share of blame for this tragedy.  It was the height of irresponsibility to offer the BREXIT referendum in the first instance - as a cheap political ploy to wrong-foot the right-wing UK Independence Party and shore-up the Tories during the last election.  Not very manly, ol' chap.

Once the BREXIT campaign got underway, Mr. Johnson, the former Mayor of London,  promptly betrayed his Eton school chum and took the lead in the "Leave" campaign.  

And then the unthinkable happened and the Leave campaign prevailed.  And I say unthinkable because today it is self-evident that the leaders of the campaign to exit the European Union had absolutely nothing to offer other than a set of largely misleading or flat-out fraudulent talking points to back-up their position.  Mr. Johnson was as surprised as Mr. Cameron at the outcome and neither one of them had a plan as to what happens next.

Well, that's not quite true.  Mr. Cameron improvised a plan.  He announced his resignation as Prime Minister and has made it clear that BREXIT is no longer his concern.

So...the path was open for Mr. Johnson to succeed Mr. Cameron as Prime Minister - probably four years earlier than he had expected.  He was no doubt euphoric - for about 48 hours. 

Enter Mr. Gove.  The third Etonian stooge.  Far less charismatic than the not-so-vaguely Donald Trump-like Mr. Johnson, Mr. Gove had served as Justice Minister under Mr. Cameron and also as a leader of the Leave campaign.  Mr. Gove gave every indication he looked forward to serving in a Mr. Johnson led cabinet.  But hours before the deadline for nomination for the new Tory leader Mr. Gove had a change of heart.  Mr. Gove announced that he would stand for leader.

Exit Mr. Johnson.

And today, it appears that the Conservative Party has had about enough of the Three Etonian Amigos.  Support for Mr. Gove among Tory members of Parliament is dropping faster than the value of the Pound.

Manly virtues ain't what they used to be...

On the other hand, members of the British Labour Party have nothing to cheer about. It's not just the toffs who are incompetent.  Mr. Corbyn, the leader of the Labour Party was, at best, tepid in his support to remain in the European Union.  Mr. Corbyn is a member of the left-wing of the Labour Party and is now viewed as a slow-motion disaster by the majority of  labour parliamentarians who this past week passed a measure of no confidence in his leadership.  He vows to fight on and may well prevail insofar as ultimately it is the entire party membership - not just labor members of parliament - that will determine who is leader.

The bottom line is that the two major political parties in the United Kingdom are paralyzed at a time of great danger to the country.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer just announced that the goal of putting the budget of the UK into balance by 2020 is no longer achievable.  The not-so-subtle subtext is that the UK is headed into a recession.

The veneer of civilization is quite thin.

In western liberal democracies we depend on competent leaders to maintain the veneer.  Sometimes they can even make it deeper. 

And in the United States we now have Donald Trump

And now for some garden pictures.

Gonna get a new neighbor.  An old high school friend.  I will get more sunlight and a better view to the southeast.  And I will get more wind... 

 Pyrethrum 'James Kelway' started from seed in 2014.

An Alium bulb I planted a couple of years back - it blooms!

Rock garden is filling in...

Painted daisies on the way out...delphinium rising!

 Started these babies from seed in 2014...

...and this is their third year of blooms.

Honeysuckle madness

Panic at the Disco

Not the kind of thing one likes to wake up to with one's morning coffee.  A massacre at a gay club in Orlando.  Another American bloodbath perpetrated by an American with an assault rifle.

Apparently there were approximately 300 people in the club.  One in three were either killed or seriously injured.

The argument will now commence over whether this is primarily a hate crime or an act of terror.  The Republicans will opt for terror - I have yet to hear a Republican officeholder utter the word "gay" in relation to the slaughter.

For my part, I don't much care.  There will be homophobes in this country for the foreseeable future.  Likewise, we will continue to have no shortage of religious extremists of many flavors.  And there are, no doubt, a thousand other reasons why a violent, unstable person might elect to commit mass murder.

Over time I am optimistic we will become a much more tolerant society.  But deranged persons will always walk among us.  We can't pass any law that will alter that basic fact.

But we could pass a law that prohibits private ownership of assault weapons.  And we could (like other countries have done) require citizens to surrender the assault weapons they already own.

Would all such weapons be surrendered?  Of course not.  My hope is that many of them would be buried in back yards.  An excellent place for them.  But over time their numbers would dwindle.

The Second Amendment fetishists would scream to high heaven of course.   So be it. 
  
In other news, a couple of very nice days.  And now a couple not-so-nice.

But the forecast for next week sounds promising.  I am contemplating my next offensive against the rain forest.  One more sector on the western front needs to be cleared...  Am I up for it?  I do not yet know...

In the meantime a couple of pics.

The Candelabra primroses love this very wet bed.  Not many others do however...

Iris season.  These originally came from auntie's garden.

Siberian Iris close-up and personal.

A beautiful evening.

Happy rock garden dwellers.

The Siberian Iris are happy campers.

I love my garden...

Unsettled Weather

Pretty good southeasterly last week with rain - heavy at times.  Beat a bunch of stuff down in the garden.

The last couple of days have been beautiful however.  Although today is a bit of an odd weather day - sunny and warm but with southeast winds at least to 25 at my place.

Day before yesterday I did mom's yard and auntie's yard.  Yesterday I mowed and weed-whacked my own homestead.  Today I was going to stake and tie a bunch of stuff but I had errands to run and then had to go to the dentist for a filling.  Was almost 3:30 pm when I got home so decided to take the rest of the day off.

Tomorrow I will hit it hard!

Here are a few garden pics.

 First rose of the season.  Wonderful scent.  All my roses are in pots on the deck.  I wintered them over under the eaves of the garage.  Might plant one or two in the garden next year.  They're rugosa roses and should be plenty hardy.

 And the first dahlia contestant.  Bought in a bag this year and started indoors in early March.  A mite spindly but will be bushier next season.  Quite lovely.

The Weigela pre-dates my occupancy here but seems to appreciate my care.  Will have to trim her a bit after she's done blooming

Weigela blossoms.

The Viburnum also pre-dates me but looks much happier than when I arrived.  I wish I could claim credit; but it's just got tall enough now to thrive despite the depredations of the deer...

  Snowballs!

 In other news, the elders soldier on...  Auntie will be 91 in a couple of weeks and I will host a dinner for the ol' gal.  Mom is hanging in there...her arthritis slows her down a bit more all the time.  It pisses her off big time.

Politically, I am delighted to see that it appears we will have a graceful exit for my man, Bernie, after the Washington D.C primary next week.  I think he has lingered a bit too long; but I have nothing but admiration for the man.  I personally do not believe Secretary Clinton fully appreciates the angst that has motivated Senator Sanders' supporters; but on the other hand Secretary Clinton is one very talented politician and understands the need to unify the party. 

And the opposition candidate is odious beyond belief.