Showing posts with label Old Photo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old Photo. Show all posts

Friday, March 22, 2024

OUR LATEST WALK AROUND ...

Meadowlark Gardens in Vienna, Virginia. As I have mentioned before, we moved here from California 30 plus years ago, discovering it several years later. I came across a very good history of the garden. If you would like to take a look, you can read all about it at this website. I add these links not only to share information with you all but for me to go back to, not only to learn something I may have missed, but to refresh my memory. The garden opened officially in April 1987. 

The grass is slowly returning from its dormant state and flowers and trees are beginning to put on quite a show.  We are expecting several days of rain so that should really make things pop.Outside the visitor center as you enter the garden, there are several flowers blooming. The closest ID I could find for the above were on this page. You have to scroll down a bit. They are also Hellebores but there were no markers that I could see, and I don't like to stick my hands in the undergrowth to search for one. If you know exactly, maybe you can confirm.  I saw one description, Helleborus Winter Thriller ‘Ballerina Ruffles’, but they are not an exact match. I can see where they got the Ballerina Ruffles from.
One of the many reasons I was looking forward going to the garden, was to see more daffodils. 
I was not disappointed!
This area will eventually have a wonderful display of daylilies. The markers are already placed for their identification and aren't there for the daffodils. It will be an easy ID the next time I go when the lilies are blooming.
This will probably be the last I will be sharing of the daffodils until next spring. I expect when I go again, the tulips will be blooming.  Hopefully I will be able to see them on full display.
We walked down to the magnolia tree but first sat on a bench looking at others taking their own photos. It is a good opportunity not only for a short rest, but we can see all of the lower garden from this vantage point. It is a very popular stopping point for visitors to the garden.
This is the Saucer magnolia, also known as Chinese magnolia and Tulip magnolia. 
Its botanical name is Magnolia soulangeana. They can reach to a height of 20 to 33 feet. 
It is a hybrid saucer magnolia tree native to Europe, is mainly found in the British Isles and the United States, and is known for its easy cultivation. 
A deciduous tree with large, early-blooming flowers and its shades are white, pink and purple. It is known to be one of the most commonly used magnolias in horticulture.  As you might guess, its name is inspired by the wide, saucer-like flowers. Not quite open enough, ‘tulip’ shaped and yet still beautiful!
Its symbolism is longevity and perseverance, nobility, love for nature, feminine sweetness and beauty. I would think there have been many poems written about this one.
Next, the Japanese Cherry, and other names are East asian cherry, Japanese flowering cherry, Hill cherry, Cherry blossom and Sakura. Its botanical name is Prunus serrulata.
There is a bench underneath the trees with a lovely view of the pond. A great spot to look at the sky and today, with the blossoms, it was a particularly pretty sight.
There is a bridge that is often used by photographers. This day a young couple posed for a professional photographer.  There were several walkers going back and forth, but they were respectful of the young couple and didn't try to get in their way to cross the bridge. They made their way around the lake instead. Gregg took a few photos which I will share next time. They were taken from a respectful distance.
We have our own Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington DC. They are blooming right now.  The festival lasts from March 20th to April 14th.  There was a sold-out opening ceremony at the Warner Theater packed with Japanese cultural performances, including a collaborative dance with the Washington Ballet Company.
It is a spectacular sight around The Jefferson Memorial. Those trees were given as a gift to the people of America from the people of Japan in 1912.  At The National Park Service Website you can read the history of how this came to be. There is a wonderful tradition in Japan, where people have picnics and outdoor parties under these trees. The following photo is an old one I took in March 2009.
It is a popular attraction and sitting under them here at the garden, I can see why.  At the end of their life span, the petals will fly through the air as the wind blows. This phenomenon is known as hanafubuki and you can read more about it at this link.  Here is another link to a language website and it gives more information about the cherry blossoms in Japan. (I just found an old blog post of a previous visit to this garden in 2011. We were there when all the petals had fallen off the trees and they made such a pretty sight.  I'll add that post next week sometime.)
A blossom not long fallen, returning to the earth from whence it came. Another poem in the making
 perhaps?
The Canada Geese were pairing up, getting ready for nesting season no doubt. Both male and female have well-known devotion to its mate and family.  A mate will put itself in danger to protect the other or its young.  I always wondered how you could tell the difference between a male and female to someone who doesn’t know, like me.  I read recently that the tail feathers on an adult male goose are rounded, whereas on a female, the tail feathers are pointed. The tail feathers on a young goose are rounded, with a frayed and notched tail tip; edged and pointed, as they grow older.
This devotion is shown when one of the mated pair, or a family member, will go down with an injured goose and guard that goose until it recovers or dies. There are two subspecies, the Branta Canadensis Interiori (interior Canada goose) and the Branta Canadensis Maxima (giant Canada goose). The interiori Canada goose may weigh from 7 to 10 pounds, and is shorter and a tad more slender than the giant Canada goose. The giant Canada goose may weigh up to 15 to 20 pounds. My information came from this website.

Alley-oop!"

They are very amusing when feeding.  One goes up, one goes down.
There are more interesting facts here. Depending on where you are in the world you may be familiar with their V-shaped formation (wondering if this applies to other goose species and will have to do more research). This V-shape has a purpose.  It helps the birds maintain their energy and improves communication. Each bird flies above the bird in front of them to reduce wind resistance.  And being able to see the other birds aids overall coordination.  When the lead bird gets tired, it moves to the back of the group for a well-deserved rest. There are many reasons I have always been very fond of the Canada Goose!


I have more photos from this walk but will share those another time.






Tuesday, November 28, 2023

A CHANGE OF PACE - FUTURE DENTIST VISIT?

This was found online and it gave me a chuckle.  Before I go on, my heartfelt thanks to all dentists and their staff, and I hope they smile as much as I did when seeing this photo.  

I love the old snapshots, and even though this may be a joke-one made up to look old, I still want to share and hopefully it will give you a chuckle too. I follow a website with these old photos, and I will share one every now and again.  


Thanks for visiting and have a great day!




Sunday, November 19, 2023

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE - AN OLD PHOTO OF ME

I am not sure if I have shared this old photo before.  It's from my old blog and usually I indicate that I have transferred it.  It could be a repeat.

This was taken on one of my weekend trips to see family in Worcestershire.  It was in 1973, a couple of years before I met Gregg. At the time my Mum, Dad and I were living in South Devon, and I hadn't long become mobile. I had saved every penny I could to buy an old grey Mini Cooper. I loved that old car, it gave me wings and the freedom to visit any time I was invited. The distance was 158 miles and for me back then it was like driving to the other side of the moon.

My family also lived in a small village and they had farming friends down the road.  We would often walk over for a chat.  It was also a chance to see the farm animals, which was an extra bonus. There were times when we would hop on the back of their pick-up truck, and help roll out the bales of hay for the animals to feed.  I loved that!

But I especially loved it when there was a newborn lamb to be taken care of. Their farmhouse had been in their family for several generations, probably 300 hundred years old and then some.  I can't really remember what the outside looked like, maintained beautifully I know that. I do remember being impressed with how old it looked, like off a movie set, not that I thought in those terms back then. We walked across a large courtyard to reach the kitchen, which was the biggest I had ever seen.  At my age now I love these old places and would have taken in every detail, but back then I was more interested in the animals, as I am now. 

I have always thanked my father and his mother for passing on their love of animals. My mother too, especially as she did not grow up with them. After they married they adopted their first dog. I have an old photo of mum and Skipper. He was wearing dad’s old sailor hat. I will find it sometime and share. 

We also had another Skipper. I am not sure why they called him the same name. I stunned my mother years later when I described the scene, being held in her arms as a two-year old, as dad holding Skipper 2, then a puppy, was brought into the back garden and introduced to me.  I sometimes think back and remember it as clearly as the day I told my memory to my mother.

Anyhow, head in the clouds again and back to the farmhouse.  The inside walls were whitewashed and on the ceiling were low beams, something I do remember. The first thing that greeted the eyes on the other side of this large kitchen, was a walk-in fireplace. It was a couple of feet above my head and very, very wide, with a roaring fire that was extremely cozy and welcoming after coming in from the cold. We were always given a cup of hot tea and a biscuit. But the object I was really interested in, was the box placed near the fireplace filled with blankets. 

In this box were the new lambs whose mothers, for one reason or another, were not able to take care of them.  I would often be given a bottle of milk to feed them and, if I could have taken one home with me, I would have been a very happy girl. 

That never happened of course, but I was content with the opportunity of taking care of these sweet little lambs because before I knew it, the weekend was over and I was heading south again.

Thanks for visiting, happy Sunday, and 
I hope your week is a great one.