Fun times down at the greenhouse

They’re all phone pictures. I can’t stop!

It just keeps raining. It can’t stop!

These pictures were taken the last couple days at the greenhouse where I work. The theme has been transplanting and succulents.

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IMAG5682The diversity of succulents is glorious.

IMAG5695Fiber optic grass

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March 27th: I think it’s turning into spring

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It looks like a bummer, but I’m stoked it’s not snow.

If I say “stoked” AND “bummer” in the same sentence, have I exposed myself as painfully unhip?

If I had to ask, and furthermore posited “unhip”ness as the crime I may have just committed, haven’t I just answered my question?

If I layer hypothetical question upon hypothetical question, can I eventually reach the MOON?*

(*Yes!!! But only hypothetically. Alternatively, I can use the hypothetical questions to tunnel to China.)

I’m here.

Hey peeps, I’m on Instagram now. My name is petitpoirier there because I don’t believe in consistency. I just joined last week or something. I’m going to take pictures of the many fascinating things in my environs. So far I really love it for the immediacy and because I’m a sucker for filters. Plus I thought it would just be a really good idea to stretch myself across even more social media. You know?

I plan on posting many of the same kinds of pictures. For all those moments I don’t have my camera. (I’m told such moments aren’t supposed to happen. But they do.) Only I will put up more fleeting and frivolous stuff. That’s not to suggest that a blog devoted to documenting the minutiae of my life isn’t already pretty frivolous. But I would feel kind of silly posting pictures of, I don’t know, a funny pair of sunglasses here.

Not that I necessarily plan to do that on Instagram.

But I might, if they’re really funny. Or sexy. You never know. Although so far it’s pretty much just chickens.

So that’s another way to keep up with me, if you like. I’d love to check out your pictures on Instagram too, hint.

But enough of that crap. This morning I went out with my actual camera and took pictures of the actual hoarfrost and the actual fog and the actual eerie sunshine poking through the actual fog.

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January 28th

Well, it’s some exciting weather out there today in Minnesota land. In fact, it’s been hairy for a few days, not that I’d know firsthand as I have holed myself up in my apartment because it’s dangerous out there. There was a thick fog this morning that they said would probably cease to be an issue by noon, but when I headed home it was still lingering and so was the thin sheen of ice coating everything.

The first four pictures are of the seedpods of velvetleaf, a very common weed alongside roads and farm fields. I took some pictures of them last year (they can be found here at the end of the entry). The weather was similar then, although the plants had iced over a little more spectacularly.

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BEHOLD THE PICTURE O’ THE DAY

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Frosty morning. Kitten.

Bitterly cold today. Awful roads. Before I left the house, though, it all seemed pretty nice and cozy. My big, south-facing living room window was half covered in frost; the north-facing ones, completely festooned.

The sad, abandoned -- sadbandoned -- house across the street

The sad, abandoned — sadbandoned — house across the street

North window

North window

South window

South window

Little frost finglerlets reaching for the balcony. Ahhh!

Little frost finglerlets reaching for the balcony. Ahhh!

June appreciates the frost just as much as I do.

June appreciates the frost just as much as I do. Actually, she probably doesn’t like it all that much. It cuts her off from the world outside.

Don't you, you buggy little cat?

June, you sweet, buggy little cat.

There was some really neat hoarfrost I noticed driving along today but I had neither the time nor the inclination (it was bitterly cold; windchill -15 which is especially cruel after you’re used to 40s and even 50s a short while ago) to get pictures. Another time.