John Hall frequently photographs his mid-Missouri surroundings, and he has been sharing his images with the Missourian for several years. Hall was also recently featured in a Columbia Missourian article, in which he reminisced about his days as a bat boy in the Kansas-Oklahoma-Missouri Baseball League.
Any photo showing blooming items or greenery could come to a rapid halt if the rains don't return to the midlands.
If these photos could be attributed to anything it might well be an impact wrench. The old yard edger needed a new blade and in order to get it off the gasoline-powered machine, it requires someone with the right tools. So, I headed out to McBaine, along the Missouri River and Perche Creek, to get the problem solved. Any photo in this set that isn't a flower or something seen around most houses was taken on the way to the small engine repair shop.
(If you can't see the slideshow embedded above, view it on Flickr here.)
The first pictures are of raspberries that are almost ready to eat and various kinds of birds that line up on the picket fence each morning to check their ripeness. Those same birds have just finished off the last of the cherries and complain that they don't have any fruit for their cereal now.
Next in line and within a couple of feet of the raspberry bushes are the Columbine. They have nearly bloomed, as has the next photo on the list, the Peony. The next in our line-up are the Clematis, and they are in their early stage of bloom-hood.
There was a little, and I stress little, excitement around my house about the old guy with the camera who got his 15 seconds of attention in a recent Kansas City Star article (first published in the Missourian). Four editions of the Sunday paper were purchased, and my wife made the decision on the destination of each. Very quickly I was without one. Then, a reader in Kansas City came to the rescue and figured out she could get a number of copies from the place where she volunteers, The Humane Society. She is not only humane to animals but to humans such as ... me. If I get a whole bunch of those, I'll offer them in the Flash Report for anyone who is helping to keep that publication alive. I might get one request if I push it.
Next you'll be able to tell I was on the road to the small engine repair shop as I spied a few horses, llamas that had just been sheared, an old car for sale, the creek without much water and trash day which spelled the end of "chairhood" for this old posterior rester.
In the next set of photos, I was in the tomato patch and took some photos of an onion that had gone to seed. I think that onion has been in the tomato patch for 3 or 4 years. I never did anything with it. It started out as a green onion that my wife purchased at a supermarket. It was kept too long and dried up. She was throwing it in the garbage disposal when I rescued it. I planted it, and it grows like mad during the warm parts of the year and freezes back to ground level in the winter+ But like a lot of things, it has great recuperative powers. That thing will outlast me unless my successor in the tomato patch doesn't have the same respect for it.
Well, in closing, there were a few more photos taken of Bachelor Buttons, Clematis and the watering of the Coneflowers. It won't take too sharp an eye to see that the bumblebees were out for a morning swig of nectar and a shower.