Recovering from grumpy

I added a picture page to the township web site and invited people to send their pictures. They don't, of course, so I keep adding pictures, and people say, "Oh, I like the pictures," and I say, "Great! Why don't you send some!" and they say "Oh, I keep meaning to do that!" Only the public is slower than government.

And, speaking of government, it's been two weeks, and a meeting to discuss our differences has finally been set, for next week, of course. You wonder what causes grumpiness? Don't get me started.

I've been so grumpy (and the weather so rainy), I've even fallen behind on my project to put a picture of every business in the business corridor on the web site. A burst of fifteen, and the last four I just haven't made myself stop for permission.

Yesterday I kicked my self out the door, got permission from one more business, and wandered around taking some "township" pictures. The other problem with township pictures is the editing. First, make them shiny and put on a hallmark, then resize them. That last irritates me. 

Why won't the webmaster let me put up lots and lots of pixels, I want to know. He claims our computers don't need that many pixels to look good, but after my Blogger pictures, I think my township pictures look grainy. While I was doing all that fooling around, I thought of some neat titles for some pictures.

I outsmarted the heron into two good pictures yesterday. The township picture is titled "Heron gone." Love it.

I took these two on the way out my own door. Garden succulents are new to me; my last acquaintance was sixty years ago, looking at them in rock gardens on my way to school. I had no idea they bloomed.

This succulent is happy as a bee in clover. Good to see my neighbor's honey bees, here and in the clover that is our lawn.

These three are from the abandoned horse farm in the park. Brier Rose, the park calls this farm, which makes locals angry, as it is the old Black Farm. I agree with the locals; there is no reason to rewrite history. 

Probably a swallowtail, in the Queen Ann's lace in the field. Getting closer involved a trip up the road and hopping a ditch. The latter isn't going to happen, so I just shot away.

And what is Emily doing this week? Working for Linda at the Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts at Penn State. Photo by Patrick Mansell in the Penn State News. Hard work, good for you.