A few days ago, I was wondering if this plant was a weed. This morning it proved that it is not a weed but Oenothera glazioviana or large-flowered evening primrose.
Stalag 2020. Periodically I get to feeling like a prisoner and I want to escape. Today is one of those days. By the time it is “safe” for us to leave the compound the second wave will be upon us.
To keep the prisoners distracted the wardens had a fiddler come play for us. And they handed out popsicles. Sort of a “bread and circuses” thing. I took lots of video, but didn’t like any of it enough to mess with.
This was sweet – when the fiddler played “Unchained Melody” the couples held hands and one pair danced.
Gratitude
Grateful for a nice tranquil summer evening. Way better than last Monday.
This is not as good as the famous “Daisy” ad from 1964. But, it is a contender.
Mālama pono