Saturday, 8 August 2020

eggs and a book...

rattling windows...

Miena in winter...

glimpse of afternoon winter sun...

rising trend...

wild wonder of ISO...

Even love the title of this article 'Alchemy for glum times...'

Julia Baird in the above article: 
'Three of the things that have kept me going during periods of protracted illness and recovery are: susurrus in the trees (the sound of the wind whispering, rustling), apricity (the feeling of sun warming cold skin on a winter’s day) and, of course, the delicious smell of petrichor. I love these three words.' 

'Isabel Joy Bear was her name. In 1964 an Australian chemist who worked at the CSIRO for 40 years – a woman we seem to have almost entirely forgotten – came up with the name “petrichor” for the smell of rain on dry earth, and was the first to describe it in scientific terms. (For those interested in such things she found that soils with silica or metals in them were “outstanding in their capacity to yield the odour”.) 
 The smell of petrichor, too, is the smell of a broken drought.'

timetabling?...

fruit you say?...

daisugi...

and the weather is...

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