Three consecutive tracks in today’s the automatic podcast from “& His” artists:
- May Flower — Mike Shaw & His Alabama Entertainers
- Call On Me — Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band
- Reset — Casper Fandango & His Tiny Sick Tears
Tag: flower
this is genius
when the black flower starts to vibrate, run away from the scary skull with your pet arrow
(actually, it’s the IAEA’s New Symbol Launched to Warn Public About Radiation Dangers.)
weedtree
Did some remedial gardening today, which included lopping some trees that have sprung up. Man, are these things soft wood:
It’s about the thickness of my wrist, and got there in only five summers.
Weird weather; there was a dandelion flowering, and some of the trees had buds.
tasty Eid treats
Shaira & Azim next door gave us some wonderful Eid sweets, plus a teatowel with an appropriate motif. Yay, thanks!
sunflowers again
Strange mini-sunflowers are growing up the stem of the half-dead plants.
we have sunflowers
more sunflowers
For my mum, who didn’t believe that you could have multiple heads on the one plant:
 
First, second and third sunflower
First of the year …
a sneaking respect for convolvulus
Our front garden seems to be mostly convolvulus; that sneaky bindweed that trails white or pink trumpet-shaped flowers. It grows so fast, I’m wondering if you could harvest it for biomass energy.
I really dislike gardening, except for growing sunflowers. There are a bunch coming up quite well. I wonder if anyone else would like to use the rest of the garden, or suggest things to do with it?
What is a shrove, anyway? What size batteries does it take?
I hope they still have pancakes at the Chateau Lacombe, for today is their day. Bet they won’t have the one true topping, being sugar and lemon juice.
Vaguely related Bob The Angry Flower content: The Time Looker-Forward Tube (caution: swerries, pancakes).
In Edmonton, but no thanks to WorstJet
Jet lag, lack of sleep, and a whole day of company orientation isn’t doing much for my clarity of thought right now. What I need is steak and beer.
Last night’s flight was supposed to get in at 10:30, but what with WestJet‘s faffing around, we got in well after midnight. It was about 1am (or 03:00, Toronto time) before I got settled in the hotel room.
I’ve never been in a city with trolley buses before. Guess I can’t say that any more. It’s also the furthest west I’ve ever been.
I wonder if the snow drawing below (as seen from my hotel window) is supposed to be a hometown homage to Bob The Angry Flower?
name on file
It would be a good name for a band, I suppose …
I don’t know what these flowers are
… but they’re in my garden and I kind of like them. I suspect most people would call them weeds.
