Julia
jesrcerulean.bsky.social
Julia
@jesrcerulean.bsky.social
Cranky old farm-lady surrounded by apartments. Gardener, Birder, Don't Blame Me I voted for McGovern. Also: I assume other people's lives are at least as complicated as mine.
Great Egret, Lacey Community Park, where the weather was kind and the playground was full of small humans.
November 10, 2025 at 5:20 AM
It's autumn all right; we're on our third Atmospheric River and the fields are finally green after ten inches of rain. It hasn't frozen yet, but the Golden Crowned Sparrows have come down the river and 40 of them have shown up in our yard as they do every year, the winter #birds
November 9, 2025 at 4:25 AM
Austin Rose"Patt Austin" last bud of the year. It's given me hundreds of #flowers this year but this one is best.
October 10, 2025 at 3:19 AM
Post you from a different era
September 30, 2025 at 4:04 AM
I guess we should be glad to get this much information, since the chopper went down in private forest land and started a fire.

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September 22, 2025 at 10:27 PM
I first saw the picture you posted and the one below in a portfolio of Civil War photos which my grandmother was given when she taught in a one-room school on Hanford Reach in 1911. Her family thought the truth of slavery was essential to develop civic understanding.
September 17, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Timeline Cleanse: a very immature Great Blue Heron rock-hopping down to hunt Pier Perch fingerlings. I got this picture; it's probably too much to expect to capture the excitement of fish catching. #Birds
September 11, 2025 at 1:34 AM
From Friday at the 5th Avenue Bridge in Olympia; find the Harbor Seal who exhaled and sank after I releases my shutter.
September 7, 2025 at 4:06 PM
I took a dozen pictures of the only flowers in bloom in my south yard; these are best. I have a Mazama Pocket Gopher which makes my perennial beds look as if it had been hit with a brush cutter, and all of the containers are munched down to the dirt. I miss my dog, but the vermin don't.
August 26, 2025 at 3:49 AM
Juvenile Great Blue Heron feeding on the rising tide at Beachcrest on Nisqually Reach, shallow end of the Salish Sea. I needed a break from the joyful sounds of my classmates celebrating our 55th reunion.
August 25, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Boomers in their larval stage, with one of the weirdest teachers I ever had. Yelm class of 1970 in sixth grade, or at least part of it, since there were two home rooms. Today a sample of us are getting together at a rustic beach shelter possible and talk . I'm the one in the babushka
August 23, 2025 at 3:26 PM
This is the most satisfying annual planting this year; why it's blooming so freely when something is eating pretty much all of my petunias, calabrachoa, and pansies this month. #Flowers

Planting area off the bottom steps of the front porch; details in ALT.
July 30, 2025 at 1:47 AM
More #Flowers from the entry yard. Details in ALT
July 24, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Lilies and the passage of time.
July 21, 2025 at 4:39 AM
(This is Yelm, WA; the white building is the old Masonic Lodge)

The Seattle To Portland bike event is this weekend; the challenge is to make traffic worse. I love the event but three years ago it crossed paths with my kids's wedding rehearsal dinner in Napavine:
July 12, 2025 at 4:44 PM
I've learned how to take advantage of the light and viewpoints for the Northwest side of the Container Mountain, #Flowers in reds and yellows and oranges to reflect the sunset and all annuals because it catches winter storm winds and the physical damage opens them to rot. Details in ALT
July 9, 2025 at 5:40 PM
So I went outside with my camera and saw all sorts of things, especially #Flowers but what I hadn't been noticing very well is that Lily season has begun. Information about individual lilies is in the alt text.
July 7, 2025 at 4:22 AM
I knew that entity was lost on this planet.
June 27, 2025 at 7:27 PM
#Flowers# #Gardening#Bloomscrolling

This is from the same photographer footprints, the same plant (Ghislaine de Feligonde, an 18th century Noisette climber) and a reminder that gardening leads to flowers.At
June 24, 2025 at 6:10 PM
This is a still from the documentary "Fortunate Sons" about my husband's class at Harvard School. He's the hunched looking guy in the center of the front row, a weird place for a PK from Texas in the midst of the LA elite's children. It's a good film, although I haven't seen the final cut.
June 23, 2025 at 4:11 AM
This Sunday was the first time I decorated anyone's grave since 2017 when climate change made late May too late for Lilacs and too early for Roses. I've been thinking about Dad a lot; next month I will, with luck, outlive him.
June 19, 2025 at 3:00 AM
June is a terrifying month, where every minute of the past three years when I was too stove up to maintain my monster roses is written in #flowers. In all fairness, I planted everything but the Clematis "Betty Corning" around thirty years ago, so they had plenty of time to develop rebellious energy.
June 17, 2025 at 7:26 PM
#Birds

Another Quail- probably the same one, given that it is perching overlooking the same briar patch being supervised earlier- about 75 feet closer than the earlier photo.
June 15, 2025 at 3:01 AM
The chickens were having fits, as if the 6 Ravens who have been resting in the oaks were raiding. I was outside anyway photographing of the latest peony to bloom so I walked into the west yard and found a Hummingbird and two Western Flickers were the source of their panic. Also, roses in masses.
June 14, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Some break in the politics. Sort of. I've been thinking about buying seeds and growing a very goth selection of petunias for my container mountain next year. Like these two:
June 13, 2025 at 7:42 PM