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Skimming
I went fishing for photos this evening, just as the sun was beginning its earnest descent for the day, and came upon another doing its own sort of fishing.
Black skimmers are as magical-looking as they are improbable: the lipstick-bright band that highlights their underbite, the way they twist and turn over the water, alternately showing black on the topside or silver beneath. That I should find them so close to home, just down the street where the small creek widens into something resembling a lagoon, is something of a surpise. I should know better, know that it’s just a matter of being in the right place at the right time.
The cormorants were waiting for something in the
willow overhanging the shoreline, shadows of ducks flew overhead and landed in the water at my feet. A few night herons, silhouetted against the setting sun, the kingfishers dashing back and forth over the creek and I saw this one skimmer, far off in front of an improbably large waterfront home. Oh, how I would love to have this view out my front window!
Most often I see skimmers from my car while sitting in traffic, waiting for the bridge to go down after the sailboats pass below on the river. It’s always just a glance out the car window, that flash of silver and black, and lipstick red. This evening was a treat to see one coursing along the creek, dipping and turning as it searched the water below. But it’s only ever one or two. At Cape May, in late September, I know to look for the skimmers resting on the beach, facing into the wind, a whole gang of them, looking about as improbable as any bird could.
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🙂
Purple waterlily
There’s only time tonight to share this pic of a new waterlily; it had already closed for the day when I got in from work, so I’m not so sure what it really looks like. So far it seems similar to the purple and yellow one I had last summer, but the flowers are much smaller. What’s really fantastic about this lily is the leaves – they’re large and splotched with purple. I’ll have to work on a better pic to share that includes the lilypads and maybe a sunbathing frog.
Fishing
We drove to the water this afternoon to escape the heat; rather than going south along the ocean (where all those pesky tourists like to congregate) we went north along the bayshore and drove through what used to be mainly fishing and clamming communities. Many of the old neighborhoods have been replaced with upscale condos and in most places the commercial fishing docks have given way to recreational marinas. The bayshore’s commercial fishing industry survives in Belford however, with a fleet of some 50 boats, including 18-20 modern lobster boats, 7-8 clamming boats, and a few traditional seining boats that are part of the Belford Seafood Cooperative.
In addition to Jersey corn and Jersey tomatoes, there is also Jersey seafood! I prefer the corn and tomatoes, but the boats are pretty to look at, too. We were hoping to find a quiet creek where we could set out our crab traps, but all the places I knew from growing up in the area were either already occupied or seemingly gone. I’d guess they’re still there, but the neighborhoods have changed so much that it’s hard to get my bearings when all the familiar landmarks seem to be gone.
This area is probably the northernmost commercial fishing fleet in the state and there’s a fair amount of historical significance there, as well. Growing up, we made fun of the people who lived there and made their living on the boats. Yet it was a thriving industry and still may be. To the person speeding by on the highway on the way to the beach, one might think our only local industry now is strip malls and big-box stores.
What local industries do you recall from your childhood? Do they still exist there?
Random X 8
TaraDharma and Patrick both tagged me with this 8 random facts meme. Here’s the rules:
*We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
*Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
*People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
*At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
*Don’t forget to leave them each a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
I’d swear I’ve done this before, but here we go:
*I’m not much into movies, but I really like Braveheart. Must be those Scottish accents.
*I designed my own engagement and wedding rings.
*My favorite candies are Hershey’s Kisses and Smooth and Melty Easter Mints.
*I love rollercoasters, so long as there are no loops and they don’t go upside down.
*I have this recurring dream about being lost and going over a very long bridge. My dad used to have a similar dream only his involved being on the wrong bus.
*I can’t stand the smell of lilies.
*The blotter/calendar on my desk is still on the page for April.
*I’d like to get my doctorate someday… for my dad.
So now I’m supposed to tag 8 other bloggers. Hmmmm.. how about Dave , Ruth , Bunnygirl , Liza , KGMom , Jean , Laurie , and Cathy . I don’t think that I’ve seen any of you tagged yet, so have at it!
What’s bugging me – second attempt
Besides Mary threatening an extended hiatus from blogging, aphids are bugging me. I hate the little suckers! There’s almost no other insect that I would say that about, but I wholeheartedly hate aphids. I think it stems from my beginning days as a gardener. Of all the things to start with I chose roses. I bought lots of beautiful old garden roses and some beautiful David Austin roses that I coddled and crooned over. Even then I knew better than to spray them with pesticides, so I devised many creative and non-lethal ways of eradicating these nasty bugs – none of which worked at all. Eventually I got to the point that I would just run two fingers down each stem of my rosebushes, squishing the bas*ards along the way – with my bare hands – yuck!
I’m too squeamish to attempt that now – especially since there are so darn many of them on each plant. I don’t have roses anymore, but they’re feasting on my milkweed plants instead. They’re really not harming anything, but they look so ugly and make me squirm.
Something mysterious is also bugging my new Sour Gum tree. I first noticed ants crawling on the ends of the branches and they led me to find aphids, or some other aphid-like insect, that’s feeding on the new growth. They didn’t seem to do any real damage and they’ve since more or less disappeared. Instead I’m seeing these roundish holes cut into a lot of the leaves now, but I don’t know enoug
h about insect pests to be able to identify the culprit. My guess would be some type of leaf-cutting bee, but who knows? My Dirr manual says that the most common diseases and pests are canker, leaf spots, rust, scale, and the tupelo leaf miner but none of those seem likely. I wonder if any of you plant geeks have any ideas? There’s also a cute little spider that’s made a web on the shady side of the tree; I’ve tried identifying the bugs it’s catching, but the mummified corpses in the web give no clue either.
So what’s bugging you? Or your garden?
I can add to my list of things that are bugging me – Blogger! It’s gone all wonky again and I fear that this post will show up multiple times, if it shows up at all!
Just kidding, Mary!
Pretty Peeper
It was a year ago today that Peeper showed up homeless on my doorstep. Happy Gotcha Day, Peeper! Do you remember how worried I was that she was pregnant? How I complained about how hormonal she was? Good grief – I’m glad those times are behind us!
She no longer peeps at me like a little lost bird – that’s how I first named her Peeper. She doesn’t often sit at the window watching the cars go by like she used to (a peeper in another sense) – so really her name no longer fits her. Growler would suit her better to be honest! She’s a sweet girl, but will always be a bit on the wild side, I imagine. Like children, those formative months at the start of a bunny’s life often set the tone for a lifetime of relationships. She didn’t learn early to trust and so she lives in a place of suspicion in her relations with people. She’s ferocious with any of the other bunnies who come by to visit as well.
I love her just the same and hope that as time goes on she’ll come to more easily accept affection and attention. She makes her own joy – digging endlessly in any dark place she can roam in and flopping contentedly on her side when ushered back to her cage when I’ve had enough of her scratching at floors and walls. She likes to play like a cat and will lunge at a hand dragged back and forth on the carpet in front of her – if that hand reaches around then to poke her on the bottom she dances happily away and turns around in midair to pounce again. That she’s learned to play at all is proof of her coming around, I think. I think the best thing for her would be for me to move her out onto the porch with the other bunnies so she’d have more company and the opportunity to see the others interact with me in a positive way – that might quell some of her fear. So far there’s no room for her out there and she wouldn’t get enough time out of her cage anyway. Maybe someday. Until then she shares my office and keeps me company while I blog and do schoolwork.
Red, white and BLUE
My husband and I walked into the Honda dealership today, signed a few papers and came home with a shiny new CR-V. It seems kind of odd that it should be so easy to spend twenty grand. In reality, it wasn’t that easy as I’ve been fussing over it for months – spending that much money makes me very nervous!
I decided on a lease and am trying to figure out if I got a good deal or not. My monthly payments will be the same on this car as on the Civic that I financed 8 years ago. I put more than half down on that car, but this one cost a few thousand more, so I can’t quite get how the payments are the same. I know I didn’t get enough for the trade in of my Civic, but I haggled as much as I could stand to.
Anyway, I like it! I had planned on getting it in a nice sagey green, but the blue was all that was available on the lot. Most importantly, my husband fits comfortably inside and I won’t have to watch him folding himself up into the front seat like he had to do with the Civic.
Boats at sunset
Fireworks were tonight, but we didn’t have our usual invite to the ritzy house on the river to see them. Darn! Instead my husband and I drove into town and planted ourselves on lawn chairs in the middle of the police department parking lot! The view was nice enough, but the atmosphere just wasn’t the same, as you can imagine.
I love seeing fireworks over the water. One of these days I’ll get out in a boat and see them on the river that way. In our town growing up, the display was set in a dirt field; I can remember crying through it every year because I hated the noise so much. I must have spoiled it for everyone within earshot.
I’m looking forward to the day off tomorrow and have nothing planned!