"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Words Fail Me...

The world's most colossal African Violet has perked up since the sun's been back in the valley. That's a half-gallon ( or its metric equivalent) orange juice container beside it. In the eight years I've lived with this plant, it grew from an itsy-bitsy sprout to 16 inches high from the counter, eighteen inches across, then sprouted a young 'un, threw the young 'un out of the pot when it reached maturity, and sprouted another.

Two days ago, I filled these bags with litter at the Tern Lake pullout. See what's in front of them today?

Solar Deficiency: C'mon, baby. Let's light this candle!

I walk around with my head down a lot--looking for litter. I see a lot of tracks--animal, avian, etc. But this is a first. There were half a dozen of them. I flipped through my cerebral index files trying to figure out what kind of an animal left a five-toed track. All of them were the same--five toes, pad shoving up sand behind it, no evidence of a heel. Now, why would someone be walking around on the balls of their feet half-way up the curve at the Seward Highway leg of the Tern Lake junction?


  1. How do you feel about going back to where you saw the tracks? Will you pick litter there again soon?

    I suspect you may plant yourself in your locked truck and watch to see if IT comes around again.

  2. The African Violet is amazing. You're right - I've never seen one so large. I tend to overwater or underwater all of my houseplants which leads them to an untimely death.

  3. Boy, that's a mystery! My guess is a barefoot runner who runs short distances on his/her toes!