Apples to Apples

It's August in Saint Plotniko, so it could scarcely be more beautiful. No cloud cover, so the sun is hot, but not too hot, and the wind is soft and the clouds are fluffy. The apples are red again this year -- we never have figured out why they were green apples for the first ten years we lived here, but as we've pruned and shaped the tree the apples have become far more plentiful -- and now they are red and green.

The white datura are in their prime right now. Here you see them in the corner of the "living room," formerly the Home of Lamar Odom, along with that phalenopsis orchid that has been in bloom since April, and the bulbous plant, whose name we don't know, that Elsu gave us at least ten years ago and just keeps getting bigger, as long as we ignore it and don't give it any water.

It took the expected twenty minutes for Plotnik's rage over yesterday's Plotzer trade to die back. It didn't hurt that one of the players acquired from the Red Sox in that trade hit a three run homer in his first at-bat with the Plotzers. This is not to say that good results trump common decency, only that in the end a fan is a fan is a fan, y'know?