Sheena was a tough tree trooper, Lily helped scope out the best places to plant...
"Tree Planting Volunteer Army Finds Homes For 4,000 Red Spruce Orphans."
After a few hundred trees were planted, some meandering was needed. These pics are in and near Freeland Run, just down the path from the Chase home.
Found these funny little flowers in Morgantown last week. I was told that they are called Dutchman's Breeches, Dicentra cucullaria (dy-SEN-truh kuk-yoo-LAIR-ee-uh). Ahhhh, spring!
Before sharing some more pictures below I wanted to present something from my hefty 2000 Random House Webster’s College Dictionary dictionary (thanks Auntie Annie!), which has a list of some of the more unusual and popular words that were added to the dictionary in the 1940's. I thought it was a poetic combination and intriguing to see what was happening during that time period. The italics are words I wanted to know more about.
NEW WORDS OF THE 1940S
A-bomb; ack-ack; acronym; aerosol can; airlift; airstrip; antipersonnel; apartheid; aromatherapy; atom bomb; atomic clock; baby-sit; bacitracin; barf; bathyscaphe; bazooka; bebop; bikini; blockbuster; blood bank; bloodmobile; bobby-soxer; brownout; buzz bomb; carhop; cheeseburger; cold war; copter; crash-land; cybernetics; debrief; deep-freeze; dim-out; discount house; displaced person; Dixiecrat; double-think; dream team; eager beaver; fallout; falsie; fax; fellow traveler; fence-mending; flying saucer; freeze-dry; genocide; globalism; gobbledygook; goofball; googol; gooney bird; G-suit; guided missile; hassle; H-bomb; hot rod; hydrogen bomb; Jaycee; jet plane; lend-lease; litterbug; long-playing; megabuck; metooism; microfiche; Molotov cocktail; momism; motion sickness; name-brand; name-dropping; neptunium; nerve gas; no-show; paratrooper; party pooper; pedal pushers; pistol-whip; plutonium; printed-circuit; pro-am; quisling; quiz show; radar; radio astronomy; redeploy rehab; returnee; robot bomb; show biz; snorkel; spaceship; tape recorder; test-drive; tote board; TV; underwhelm; veep; wall-to-wall; xerography; yackety-yack; yada-yada-yada; zap; zip gun; zonk.
Wild, eh? Name brand; nerve gas; Paratrooper; party pooper.
Up next, a lovely walk in the Core Arboretum with brother Morgan; we were greeted by little lilies, red yellow and white trilliums, blue bells and a vast array of natural beauty.
A tragic hit and run that we stumbled upon...
Wind turbine inspiration? Minus the reproductive parts...
A darn gorgeous day was just spent planting red spruce trees with the Highlands Conservancy, the 500th Canaan Valley NWR and volunteers from all over, many from WVU. Most of the planting took place just a few hundred feet from our yard...where the beech trees are expected to die out soon...all things must pass. Pics will be added later. Three (3) more weeks of school left! Psyched!
3 comments:
Your cover photo is "Dutchmen's Breeches" how lovely!
Love the 40's dictionary additions...
Life Story
by Tennessee Williams
After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all
along,
and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.
"Life Story" by Tennessee Williams, from The Collected Poems of Tennessee Williams. © New Directions, 2002. Reprinted with permission (buy now)
cory, think they're called dutchmans breeches. -martin
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