too many aphids; green coriander; blind albino cave bacon

For some reason there are aphids utterly consuming the hops, and only
the hops. Adhering in the aphid frass is a dried dead ladybug, ganged up
on by aphids or else expiring of sheer gluttony.

Ate a still-green coriander fruit. It tastes, yes, like cilantro and
coriander together.

From ralphmelton: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cave_bacon

Lake Easton

cheesepuppet's meet-in-the-middle at Lake Easton last weekend. Good crowd of people.

Photos:


Bits:

Visited Tito in the back yard; posed him with a stick+ball problem -- he had a ball in his mouth, so what was he to do with the stick I tossed? Eventually he got them precariously both in his mouth.

rubricity wanted a grep techno song -- hattifattener sang grep and I sang -i.

The lake was very very cold.

Somewhere roobug has video footage of me taking a still picture of her. Not fair.

Played with Miles the dinosaur -- I was a prey herbivore and also a fellow tyrannosaur. We watched bugs on a log -- he was curious whether each was a biting bug (and asked cheesepuppet for confirmation of what I said) -- showed him a carpenter ant walking on my hand, and on his.

Subparty went for a walk. beaq found bright-orange rose rust, and blueberries. I ate the only brambleberry and cheesepuppet got none.

Beth: stuffing a peach into her maw, and peach juice in driplines rounding the curve of her belly, and an ant exploring her. She loved jinian's blueberries, eating them by the fistful, and later with a fork (like spearing fish in a barrel).

Went with Beth over to the jungle gym. She put together a routine: walk up to the high platform, stick a foot out wishing she could reach the laddery thing, walk back to the low platform, spin the steering wheel, back and forth, then walk down to the bottom of the slides, and in each one walk a little bit up, then slide down. Also a bit of going underneath, and we peeked at each other through the slot in the bench back. When she started to be done, it showed in that when she was high and near an edge she was nervous and called for mom, but once down she was happy, went back up. The second time, I declared her done.

The potato salad tasted exactly like clam chowder, minus only the clam. Just add clam nectar. Leave out the rubbery bits of clam, those are no good. jinian picked a sprig with juvenile hazelnuts from a shrub.

Campfire smoke had been layering over the lake, in an apparent inversion layer. Towards evening we saw the layer stir, and then blow off upwards, accelerating. Then a cool, very welcome, draft of air.