Amazingly, this is just someone’s front yard. Every time I look at this photo, my brain tries to tell me that there’s a river swooping along the bottom of that tree with the orange leaves. But really it’s just dirt.
My daughter came down one morning dressed entirely in black, sporting a pair of gold-tinted sunglasses and a green knit cap with two blue feathers sticking out of it. She was clearly dressed up as some superhero, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out who. “I’m Mothman, Mommyo.” Mothman? Who’s that? Some crappy off-brand Batman?
Every once in a while my cat does something that perfectly illustrates the meaning of a word. It’s his superpower. This week, the word he chose was contentment.
While reading Dava Sobel’s book The Planets last week, I learned that Uranus is the only major planet in our solar system named after a Greek myth instead of a Roman one. Off-hand, I couldn’t remember any mention of Uranus in Greek mythology. So I decided to look it up. Who was Uranus? Why is he the only Greek god to get his own planet?
My neighbor’s rose bush blooms in both orange and pink. I’ve never seen anything like it. When I asked, they told me that particular variety of rose was called Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors.
It’s easy to see how the Bird of Paradise flower got its name. It looks like a crane’s head crafted from flower parts. Now I’m no botanist, but even I know enough about plants to realize that when such a highly specialized and unique structure evolves in nature, there’s generally a reason for it. All of which made me wonder: Why did the Bird of Paradise flower evolve to look the way it does?
Over spring break, my daughter went to a coding camp that taught her how to race cars using AI coding languages. The first day I picked her up, she told me excitedly, “Mommyo! My car runs on Raspberry Pi!” So of course, I responded: “What a coincidence. So do I!” #momjokes
Tamiko Pettee’s ebook for children touches on a topic I’ve been thinking about lately – how to help children navigate friendships in a digital age. (Book Review)
I had more or less stopped doing Wordless Wednesday posts last year, but recently my daughter told me that she missed seeing them. I have to admit, I missed them too. Pictures like these are a helpful counterweight to the news. So I’m resurrecting Wordless Wednesday as a regular feature of the blog.
I don’t know about you, but I have a terrible time convincing anyone in my family to wear bug spray. It just smells so bad. Sadly, that stink is why bug spray works.
