…is saguaro cactus blooming season.
(These pictures were taken in May.)
June is fruit harvest season. It takes a long stick. When the fruits turn red and start to open, knock them down from the top of the cactus. Scoop out the pulp to eat or make it into jam or jelly.
David and (Grandkid)Taylor live in Newport, Wales, straight west of London. A map for context.
David just got his graduate degree, right across the Severn, at the University of Bristol.
Taylor is going to find work in Human Osteoarcheology but was waiting for David to get his degree and a job, so they would know where they were going to be living, before committing.
Well, David committed. He just accepted an offer for a PhD program at the University of Bristol. The program will last four or five years while he continues to study nuclear engineering and is simultaneously working on a government research project. It’s a paid position. They are now settled on where they are going to be for the next several years. Sounds like a great opportunity and we’re so excited for them.
Congratulations David and Taylor!
You’ve got it.
Strut that stuff.
Brother Tom was right on the mark. This thing began its life as a 1937 Chevy. Thank you, Tom. I was counting on you.
The ever erudite McKee opined that:
“A conglomeration of different parts from different vehicles welded together is pretty much the definition of a “hot rod”. Left rough it would be a “rat rod”. That is a good lookin’ truck with a nice chop and channel. “Street rod” applies more to fifty’s and sixty’s stuff assuming that they’re not Kustom or Low rider.
I take his word. He would know.
That terrifying moment.
When you realize there is no escape. You’re on a collision course.
The armadillo literally walked right into my foot.
It barely startled him as he snuffled off a different direction.
Such a fearsome creature.
