Tomorrow is the beginning of everyone's favourite month. We have celebrations galore. May Day tomorrow, then May The Forth, Mother's Day, Victoria Day, and before we know it - it is June, another favourite month. May is a month of flowers filling the air with perfume.
Except in Masachusettes where there is a Corpse Flower (Titan arum) blooming in Talcott Greenhouse. With a name of Corpse Flower, you can easily guess it either looks weird or smells weird. It is the latter.
We have one in the Niagara Falls Greenhouse - it blooms every few years. It is a huge flower around 4 or 5 feet tall, and then one tall plant stalk comes after flowering - more than 20 feet high, like a tree. This is a plant that grows from a tuber which can weigh in the range of up to 200 pounds.
There might be some growing in its native Sumatra, but it is rare and endangered. It has found favour as a celebrity plant and has been spread all over the world in botanic conservatories as a novelty plant - it's that massive size and big smell of rotting flesh.
Stinking flesh plants are not rare - there are over 200 species of this plant. I have a small variety in the garden - and it will bloom in May - with its deep red spathe and its very big smell of dead flesh. The flies are everywhere. The dog looks at it confused. Visitors ask me why I would have a weird and stinky plant in the garden. I thought it is self-evident that that's why I would have it.
One of the many garden highlights of the Month of May.
Here it was blooming in the Niagara Falls greenhouse.
A Globe and Mail first-person article today had the abbreviation/acronym DM and I couldn't remember what it means. Direct Message, of course. Something that Facebook users are always offering - DM me for prices or times ... or something.
Why do many people prefer text messages over email? The reason that got my attention is that text messages have a high open rate. The second one was that they are considered safer. And they are considered less vulnerable to phishing attacks. I don't know about that last one - I get phishing texts regularly. They are supposedly used for "urgent" communications and for immediacy. All those verification codes come via text now. And what about the urgent message - "I'm home now."
My own theory on the preference for text messaging is because it doesn't require good grammar or correct spelling. It is hard to look illiterate when there are only a few words. They can usually be understood given there isn't much real content.
I expected to be able to find examples of silly texts but that's no longer the case. I guess the market for silly texts is worn out or used up,
Instead there are lots of pictures of silly signs and notices. This one with its massive size seems excellent. Maybe its scenario goes like this: Only texting people need apply to the Department of Road Signs.
Wisteria buds are starting to show. Soon we'll have that short but spectacular show.
It seems that Dandelions have been hated for a long time. They were brought to North America by settlers in the 17th century for food and medicine. I don't see dandelions in the woods - they need a fair amount of sun. But I would expect meadows got overrun quite quickly. Now, we are a rural and urban landscape with few meadows, and we gave dandelions the perfect environment to flourish
Starting slowing in the 1870s and accelerating in the 1950s lawns became part of the urban and rural landscape. In the 20th century, horses were replaced by cars, giving more room to having a lawn. I would guess the gas-powered lawnmower helped lawns proliferate. And once we had lawns, we had room for dandelions to spread.
I can remember that most of the neighbourhood children had lawn duty - removing dandelions with the long-handled tool that would be able to get out the tap root. That was before all the herbicides.
What made dandelions so hated? This quote from an article by the Ontario Association of Landscape Architects likely says it all: "Colonial control over nature, demonization of the 'wild', and the 'othering' of those different from ourselves are all ideologies wrapped up in the history of the suburban lawn.
Here's a lawn of dandelions on Grimsby Town property a few years ago.
Another one of those articles with something mysterious found at the bottom of the ocean - 2 miles to the bottom. We're always looking for aliens and relics from a thousand years ago.
This item was in the Gulf of AlaskaIt turns out to be animal and not mineral. It is genetic material from a giant deepsea anemone. It turns out to be a blog and not an orb.
It was first discovered in 2023, and there was much speculation then. SO here we are a few years later, and scientists from NOAA finished the DNA tests, after the initial ones were inconclusive. They can now be conclusive.
How is it that the tissue is gold with light reflection? Pictures of it look a lot like mud to me. Not a treasure, an egg or an alien something or other. I somehow think they will find remnant of Atlantis, but I guess not in Alaska.
Are puns the most popular form of humour? Here's a sign that makes me think so.
I am told that is not the case, that puns aren't the most popular. But that comes from Google's AI which I often find is flawed, faulty and wrong.
The Note at the bottom reads: "While puns are often met with groans, they are still considered a form of "small joy" and "intelligence" by many."
I doubted that very much and followed the crumb trail of this "Note." I found its Reddit source. It is a conversation and debate over what makes for a great pun response. The first entry claims that groans to one person are a negative and to another are a reward and sign of a good pun. The second person challenges whether puns are an indication of intelligence, and says instead, they are a measure of vocabulary...the number of words you know and the priorities you place on comedy in communication. Another person claims that the groan response is "not actually groaning, they just don't know how better to respond to a joke that didn't immediately make them laugh." Turns out that Reddit can be entertaining at times.
By chance, I found these "Chew" jokes. They have to all be puns. Here are my favourite two. So much fun with Shakespeare, followed by chewing setting off an electrical storm:
I own a pencil that used to be owned by William Shakespeare, but he chewed it a lotNow I can’t tell if it’s 2B or not 2B
My son kept chewing on electrical cables so I finally had to ground him.Of course he denied the charge first, but later I found him coiled up in his room. He's conducting himself better now, so I think that worked out. Well that's the current situation anyways, but there's definitely potential for greater resistance. Some days I just feel like I don't have the capacity for raising kids. He can be a real live wire sometimes.
I found a little cell pack of 4 Black Kale plants (tiny) at one of the garden centres. There are variations and I may not have the darkest one which is Black Magic Kale. It doesn't matter that much - look at how wonderful the shape and texture are at maturity.
This picture is from the Celtic Garden. Do you remember it? Full of hostas that he hybridized and huge willow sculptures he created. Also blue-painted trees in the style of Claude Cormier. It was located in Vinemount, near me in Niagara.