Firecracker Plant

The plant in the center foreground that looks like Jim Ignatowski's hair, is called Firecracker fern or Firecracker plant. It is a perennial that is used in hanging baskets and mounds. It has tiny red funnel-like flowers.



This is a seedling that sprang up after seed from the original plant found their way into an adjacent pot. I dug them out and transplanted them into this pot. By next summer I will have the best kind of plant. A free one.



The picture I posted yesterday of Desert Willow blossoms was from the tree we planted in our front yard about ten years ago. Today the wind snapped a big limb off the tree. This is the second time this has happened and I fear it won't be the last because another big limb has a spiral crack in it. We may have to chop down the tree. I suppose that we could just wait until it is nothing more than a trunk, but someone will complain.

Our blog friend, D. Chedwick Bryant is on hiatus at the moment and we all miss her. In solidarity with Ched, wherever she may be, I am watching Martin Scorsese's terrific Dylan documentary, No Direction Home. I would recommend this to everyone, and especially those who grew up in the 50's and 60's. I say I would recommend it, because as usual, I am probably the last person in the country to see it.

I had lunch today with my friends Peterson and Chuck. My buddy Lonnie could not make it. Chuck you might recall, is ninety years old. He was born in 1917 and is full of interesting stories about his life. Woodrow Wilson was president when Chuck was born, so he has seen it all. Chuck enlisted in the Army in 1940 and retired as a colonel in the early 1970's. Chuck is a great American and a terrific guy. I am lucky to have made his friendship.

In the case of Peterson, I get kind of a twofer. I worked with Peterson for a number of years at Tedious Systems and now he is also the boyf...er, significant other of Daughter Sneed. Peterson is also a very fine guy that I enjoy spending time with.

Young Mr. Sneedlet One is with us this evening and the next. He has gotten over most of the effects of the virus he had last week, but still isn't one hundred percent. He and I will be having barrels of fun tomorrow, while the Lovely Mrs. Sneed is at work. He just informed me that I need to take him to get his hair cut tomorrow.

This evening we went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. We haven't been there in a while, but it is always good. Unfortunately, we saw a guy there that I was once sort of chummy with. He turned out to be a true horse's ass and we had a falling out. Just his presence gave me the willies. Luckily, we were seated in a different section of the restaurant, so I didn't have to look at him.

This guy, let's call him Commander Swinger, because that's what we called him, burns through friends like Sherman burnt through Georgia. No one can take too much of him. He is needy, obnoxious, dishonest, lacking in basic social skills, unable to hold a job and loud. What's not to like? His poor long-suffering wife, a very nice woman, must have the world's lowest self-esteem to have put up with this jack-a-loon for all these years.

If you want to read more of the Commander Swinger story go here.













Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky