Today's walk report: Walking

 I told myself yesterday that Sunday's walk (that's today) needed to focus on getting a walk in for the purpose of overall physical and emotional well-being. You know, get the circulation going, release endorphins and increase serotonin production, influence the old hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis, etc. In other words, get out and get some exercise. I feel I did okay with that. I even pushed myself a little and trekked the stairs. The stairs, only paralleled and often compared to the Florli Stairs, near Lysefjord, Norway.

I took a few pictures along the way.

I decided to take a few quick laps around the garden without the intention of looking too hard for things to take pictures of. As soon as I walked into male Calypte anna hummingbird, Dusty's main hang I saw him dash over to this spot and perch himself. That has been happening this way for several weeks now. Does he see me and decide that's where he wants to greet my entrance into his domain, or is it merely a coincidence? I used to ponder a similar question in the winter when, as soon as I came upon the main walkway going through the center of the garden, I would see him suddenly perch himself typically on the same branch of a Caesalpinia gilliesii shrub. Here's an example of that behavior.  

The glare from the sun was so direct and so brightly in my face that these two shots were taken blindly.

Onto my westbound "loop". 

Yes, even on a holiday weekend the ancient car worshipers were out in force.

This is, I believe, a '58 Chevrolet Corvette. I'm pretty sure the original tires on these models were always whitewalls. 

 These two De Tomaso, Panteras were parked next to each other. The yellow one is a 1971. I don't usually get very close to the ancient car worshipers and their cars but this was close to the sidewalk and no one was nearby. I don't think I'd be too inclined to drive a car with that sort of engine placement, exposed and right behind me.

Blue and white agapanthus. I sat down in front of these after climbing the stairs. This has been somewhat of a curiosity for me of late. Some years ago my sister gave me some agapanthus rhizomes, the flowers of which were all white. In November of 2020 I tried planting a bunch of seeds when I noticed them in the dying back flower heads, semi-translucent in the sunshine. In November of 2022 I began transplanting many of these from one gallon containers on my patio out to the front of the house. I was curious what color the flowers would be. I assumed that white was a recessive gene merely based on how many blue agapanthus I see as opposed to white. I looked it up... sure enough, white was a recessive gene. My first bloom just a few weeks ago was coming up blue, so was the second one but the third and fourth flower stalks are popping up white. That's all I've got so far, 50-50. I dunno... I thought that was interesting. 

 Here's what my agapanthus seedlings looked like when they first began sprouting in November of 2020. These are tiny but they look like agapanthus plants already. These started out under a grow light in a closet.

Here are some of the white flowers taken in 2013.

Here are the mother plants taken with my phone on June 14th.

Back to the walk...

This is the end of time.

A couple of feet away, I suspect foul play.

Thanks for stopping by.

 I don't think I had ever heard this song in it's entirety before. I also just read the lyrics. Imagine my surprise... I thought it was about a car.