Here is a native yellow Esperanza. Also known as a yellow bell.
Same big trumpet shaped flowers.
And, bonus, a big black carpenter bee. A good pollinator.
Pretty much solitary. They don’t live in hives like honeybees. They make their nest holes in exposed wood. That’s why they’re called carpenter bees. Not a problem unless the exposed wood happens to be on your house.
The ones in our yard are orange.
I read a news story about a group of software engineers who, targeted by a cost cutting measure, got laid off and replaced by an AI agent. They got together and wrote an AI package intended to replace a CEO. Open source. Free access for anyone to evaluate or upgrade. “A senior advisor with Harvard MBA level knowledge.” It’s an assemblage of eight different AI roles for strategy, finance, human resources, operations, marketing, product, and communications, all operating in concert.
AI can’t write this. It takes skilled experienced software engineers to accomplish such an involved task. A turnabout indeed.
We passed a windmill museum out on the plains in Limon, Colorado. I’ve always admired windmills, but I never really thought about how they would have evolved over the years. There are a whole bunch of different ones:
I read all the signs and studied all the windmills. I didn’t come away an expert. I still can’t tell one from another even with the help of the narrative for each.
A tent trailer. That folds out and out and out. I don’t know what all it does, but it’s got stuff everywhere!
In that last picture it even looks like an inverter box and maybe battery backup, processing electricity like they’re off grid (but they’re also plugged in).
