2020 seems determined to constantly outdo itself in terms of strangeness. The Saharan dust cloud that wafted over the Southeastern US at the end of June was its latest effort, triggering a slew of news stories about quality warnings and potentially vivid sunsets. When it arrived the dust coated the sky in a visible milky haze, subtle and dramatic all at the same time. It was indeed strange to pause in a strip mall parking lot and ponder that I was inhaling dust from Africa while running morning errands.
I’m starting to notice that all of the turtles I spot on evening walks resemble old, grumpy men. Moving slowly, none of them bother to hide in their shells when I walk by. They just shoot me a withering glare.
Hollywood versus nature.
Growing up in Massachusetts, what I learned in school about the Revolutionary War largely centered around events in my home state.
One of my favorite Instagram accounts to follow is @rfedortov_official_account. Maintained by a Russian deep sea fisherman, the creatures he photographs remind me of many monsters and aliens that I’ve seen in movies and TV shows. Peppered in-between the creature photos are gorgeous shots of sunrises at sea.
Our local botanical garden is still closed to the public, so I’m learning more about the flowers lining my neighborhood’s walking trail. These blooms are flowering on a Cold Hardy Mimosa, known for flowering around the beginning of summer and attracting hummingbirds and butterflies. It’s known in Japan as the sleeping tree, because it’s fern like leaves fold up at night.
Summer’s may not officially start until tomorrow, but signs of it are already popping up along my neighborhood trail.
This Saturday marks the longest day of the year and the official start of summer.