Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trees. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2020

At the Waning Gibbous Café...

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... you can wax eloquent.

And you can shop though the Althouse Portal to Amazon.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

At the Magnolia Diner...

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... the lunch crowd is rolling in.

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Friday, May 8, 2020

At the Treeshadow Diner...

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... the lunch group is assembling.

Sunday, May 3, 2020

In the Trout Lily Forest...

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... you can talk all night.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

At the Arb Café...

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You can talk all night...

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... and do any shopping you might have through the Althouse Portal to Amazon.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

At the Springtime Café...

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... you can talk all night.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

At the Arboretum Café...

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... you can talk all night.

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Monday, April 27, 2020

6:02, 6:12.

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Actual sunrise time: 5:56.

Saturday, March 21, 2020

At the Blue Sky Café...

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... you can talk all night.

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

We took a late-day walk in the "Bio-Core"...

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In the background, you can see a bit of my favorite lake — Lake Mendota.

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

"The Czech Republic’s Guardian of the Flooded Village pine is this year’s winner of the prestigious European Tree of the Year award..."

"... with Croatia’s Ginkgo from Daruvar securing the second and Russia’s Lonely Poplar the third place" (The Guardian).

Photographs and stories of some wonderful trees.

Good for the soul.

These trees will help you, maybe a bit like the Guardian of the Flooded Village protected Chudobín, during the construction of the Vír dam when, they say, a devil sat under it at night, playing the violin.

We have some guardian trees in our neighborhood. I've been writing from a second-story sunroom overlooking the street, and through the trees I have seen neighbors walking border collies and young boys on roller skates. I have yet to see the devil or even anyone playing a violin, but there was a carpenter within earshot, singing in a beautiful voice.