Hummingbirds and Bees continued

Here are the hummingbird vine blossoms mentioned in the previous post.  Each flower is between 5-6" long and each branch has buds for 12-15 blossoms which bloom in succession so they last for many weeks once it gets piping hot every day.

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Butterflies and Strawberries

 I was outside yesterday evening, just at dusk, at noticed this fellow/gal flitting among my echinaceas.  According to google, it is a Canadian Tiger Swallowtail and I believe it: 

At Thomas's insistance, I planted a butterfly and hummingbird zone in our yard probably 20 years ago and it has always floundered, producing a whole lot of not much. But this year, after doing absolutely nothing for it, it is going great guns: the echinaceas (which are normally 3' tall here at most) are ridiculously robust--one is over 6' tall!--and a hummingbird vine that has languished ever since we had a deadly freeze a few years ago has decided it really does have a will to live and has pumped out dozens of blossoms specially designed for hummingbirds ONLY--no bees allowed.  So far I haven't seen any hummingbirds as I don't get up early enough in the morning but what is Simon's excuse, I'd like to know?  And, meanwhile, we have this bounty on the Lettuce Grow hydroponic device (which I just topped up with water and nutrients a few days ago after doing absolutely nothing for it for weeks and weeks):

I can testify that the one strawberry I ate was delicious. And there are more on the way:

It's a whopper!

There are now THREE watermelon babies growing on this one plant.  At some point (if that damned ground hog doesn't get to them first) I'm going to have to rig up some sort of sling operation to hold them up so they don't break off the stem and smash to the ground.  If they double in size every day, I've not got a whole lot of time to engineer something.

The Magic-Lantern Murders by Carter Dickson

 

After The Unicorn Murders I was hesitant to take on another Carter Dickson book as that one was just too complicated for me: by the time I had reached the end, I had no idea what had and what had not taken place.  And the fact that The Magic-Lantern Murders (published in 1936) features the same two heros as The Unicorn Murders, Ken Blake and Evelyn Cheyne (the spy-world's version of Tommy and Tuppence) only added to my concerns.  But no worry, this was a ripping yarn and I'm giving it two murder weapons up, WAY up!

This story starts with Ken on the day before his marriage to Evelyn--both having wanted to get married for ages but the over-involvement of Evelyn's parents delayed things as they had strong views about what was necessary for The Perfect Day (big church, famous chaplain, important wedding party participants, expensive food and outfits...). We find Ken packing up his things, getting ready to head for London, when he gets an awkwardly coded telegram from H.M. (who is still in "Intelligence" at this point in his career) instructing Ken to head out to Torquay under the alias of "Butler". (Or is he instrucing Ken to act like HM's butler?)  Ken wires back a pointed message informing HM that he had no interest in going to Torquay or anywhere else as he is going to London so he can participate in a wedding dinner this evening and get married tomorrow morning. Well, HM doesn't give a flying fig about weddings and no one refuses HM, not even Ken--and with the national security of England hanging in the balance, HM promises Ken he can take care of business this evening and be back into London by 10:30 am tomorrow--PLENTY of time to get cleaned up, dressed and on the church steps in time for an 11:00 ceremony.  Ken is skeptical but decides to leave it in Evelyn's hands--if she doesn't mind, he won't mind.  And she doesn't--she doesn't want a big church wedding and is looking for any excuse to elope.  She encourages Ken to get to work and promises to smooth things out with the wedding party--only to put the phone down and head out to Torquay herself to get in on the excitement.

So what is going on in Torquay that has HM in a state?  Well, it isn't immediately clear: he's staying at the home of a retired frenemy (the status of their frenemy-ship hasn't retired, but the frenemy has recently retired from working in government and so from making HM's life needlessly difficult) who has concerns about a German neighbor, Hogenaur, who claims that he is putting the finishing touches on mastering the ability of mind-induced teleportation.  Crank or German physicist gathering English military secrets all while pretending to be a crank? We don't know. And if that isn't suspicious enough, Hogenaur has daily klatsch sessions with another physicist, Keller (who is also German), who is also involved in military weapon development. (Or is he?) (And why were so many important scientists allowed to work in laboratories in their country homes that have no locking windows or doors?)  Ok, so far so good, but what does that have to do with Ken, he wants to know?  Well, explains HM, they (he and his frenemy, Colonal Charters), want Ken to break into Hogenaur's home and see what he's been up to. At this point, Charters hands him a massive supply of house-breaking and lock picking tools--none of which it turns out he needs because (a) the house isn't locked and (b) Hogenaur is dead as a doornail having drunk enough strynchnine to kill 10 people. Ok, well that takes care of that, right?  No. Because hiding in a closet in the room in which Hogenaur died is Mrs. Altrim, another neighbor, who claimed she got stuck inside when she tried to flee the room but the doorknob broke off.  So why was she there and why did she "flee" into a closet? Because, she claims, she was trying to retrieve the strychnine that she had given to Hogenaur by mistake (!) when he went to consult her husband (who is a physician who keeps massive bottles of strychnine unlocked in his "consulting room" in his house, which is just next to Charters' house) and she wanted to retrieve it before Hogenaur took it by mistake.  Sure, that makes a lot of sense. Meanwhile, while Ken was breaking into Hogenaur's house, a character named Serpos (who was working for Charters) broke into Charters' house safe and stole giant fistfulls of £100 that he (Serpos) stuffed into a black valise and was last seen in Charters' car heading for the train station. So assured that HM and Charters will call the police, Ken is ordered to bring Mrs. Antrim back with him to be questioned by Charters and HM, and then to head to the train station to catch up with Serpos--but also, then, to head out to to Keller's hotel room in Bristol, break in, and see what he's been up to as he was expected to visit Hogenaur that very evening that Hogenaur died.

So the local police start arriving and assume that Ken, who is running at top speed towards the train station so he can finish this damned business and get back to London to get married, is either the thief or a murderer or both. And the chase begins! At this point, the book turns into a blend of the very best Cary Grant movies: a mix of North by Northwest and Charade with a bit of Michael Redgrave ala The Lady Vanishes thrown in (because of the train ride). I can't possibly lay out in a coherent manner all the escapades that ensue, but it includes: Ken running into Serpos (who has disguised himself as a chaplain) in the train station bathroom as both are hiding from police while waiting for the train for Bristol to arrive--beats and ties up Serpos, steals his clothes and black valise, and questions him but gets only whimpering and sneering. Ken then (now a chaplain on the run), races to the train and jumps on as it speeds out of the station.  He finds Evelyn--sick with worry about him on the train with an identical black valise filled with a more appropriate outfit for him. They hug and smooch and whisper a few suggestive comments only to realize they have shocked their compartment mates--an American who knows way too much about what they are up to and a chaplain who is extremely offended by Ken's lack of reverency for the cloth to the point that he storms off to get the ticketmaster, insisting that Ken be tossed off the train. Meanwhile, who is the American? Mr. Johnson Stone.  And what's his angle?  He says he has no angle as he's in England on vacation to visit his daughter--but it turns out he actually knows a lot about Hogenaur and another character who goes by "L"--a notorious spy who has never been caught and who is (according to Hogenaur according to Charters--this conversation came up at the start of the novel--pay attention) working in England and after Hogenaur's secrets.  But Johnson claims L is dead and encourages both Ken and Evelyn to give up on their ridiculous japes. Into all this the chaplain comes back and demands that the ticketmaster examine Ken's valise which he is convinced contains salacious materials. Nope, only clothes that Evelyn has brought.  But, insists Ken, let's see inside YOUR valise--and opens up the one he brought on the train--lettting lose thousands of pound notes to fly around the room and out the open windows.  Into this chaos, the train pulls into Bristol and Ken and Evelyn jump off the train befor the ticketmaster can collect his thoughts.

Ok, now on to the Bristol hotel to speak to Keller.  Nope, can't do that as he's also dead--died of strychnine overdose, too, at exactly the same second Hogenaur did. Ok...and then in their hotel room arrive two over zealous hotel workers with one revolver between them that hasn't seen action since WWI who (a) recognized the money Ken used to pay for the room as counterfeit (wait--so Serpos stole fake money--is that even a crime?), (b) don't believe that Ken and Evelyn were a professor and secretary as claimed, and (c) dont' believe they had an appointment with Keller at 2 am as alleged. If they are this mad about the little lies Ken and Evelyn told, imagine what they'll do when they discover Keller's corpse and that Ken and Evelyn broke into Keller's room to search Keller's paper! And into all THAT, in steps that mysterious Mr. Johnson again who, with his son who is a detective, manages to hustle Ken and Evelyn out of the hotel, into a car, and head back to Torquay just as the sun is rising.  It really doesn't look like Ken and Evelyn are going to get to a church in London by 11 am....

Waiting for them is HM who has assembled all the suspects (Serpos, Mr and Mrs Antrim, Borrows (Hogenaur's servant) as well as Sergeant Davis (a police officer who has been working for HM for weeks, keeping an eye on all the relevant households in the area). While interrogating each, HM encourages his team (Ken, Evelyn, Johnson, and Charters) to place bets on who they think the guilty party is. Each picks someone different and each has either a story that identifies a really strong motive or a plausible opportunity, but none have both. But even if someone is guilty, guilty of what--both Keller and Hogenaur took the strychnine voluntarily while alone and it seems that Mrs. Antrim didn't even give them strychnine but sodium bromide to help each fall asleep.  And all that money was fake so where is the crime there? And is L alive or not and, if he is alive, who is he and where is he and what is he doing?  And were Keller and/or Hogenaur involved in military weapon development--for England or Germany or anyone else---or not?  I won't give any spoilers but: (a) yes, serious crimes were committed that would have destablized the English government if not prevented; and (b) HM solves all the mysteries leaving plenty of time to get to London by car with Ken driving like a demon on 0 hours of sleep...YET, despite all best efforts, Ken and Evelyn do not have a church wedding that neither wants.  

An incredibly exciting, sweet and funny novel--and I'm going to say it again: it's a damned crying shame that Alfred Hitchcock didn't turn this into a movie.

Garden Update

 It begins...

Yesterday I noticed these hiding among the leaves.  According to YouTube experts, yellow zuchini should be picked when they are 4-6" long so I missed that window.  I'm not sure how I could have caught them as they didn't exist yesterday. The tiny orange/clemantine (or whatever it claims to be) is there for size comparison:

The Smoky Life

It's now an annual thing that Canada gets blanketed with wildfires and that the US gets blowback, but for the first time it's actually reached Flint.  Starting late last afternoon there were hurricane warnings and while other places got the exciting stuff, like giant hail, we just got winds that ushered in all the smoke, so that if you step outside everything smells like Bonfire Night (pleasant, but unhealthy).  Here are some photos I took to try to capture the haze.  Also included, lots of shots of them finally knocking down Flint Central High School.

(Bragging rights if you knew where the title of this post comes from.)

Garden Update--I stand corrected

Yesterday I wrote that the garden was creating nothing but leaves and chewed up stems.  Well, last night I conducted a close examination (despite the heat) and found THESE:

Here is CLEARLY the start of a watermelon (about 3/8" diameter) that I am going to hover over attentively every hour on the hour until it grows up into a real watermelon.

And here is an anemic looking squash of some sort--either a yellow or green zuchini, I'd guess.  I thought it was a soggy blossom until I poked it.  It's pretty soft at this point, sort of like a butterfly just out of a chrysalis.  And certainly not appetizing looking.  But it may develop into something worth thinking about yet.

Garden Update

It's been uncomfortably hot the past week and today it got a lot worse: it was in the mid 70s F during the night last night and now it is (according to weather.com) 99F.  In theory it will rain a bit on Friday and that should cool things down a bit--but it will still be hot.  Everything is still alive in the yard but nothing is producing anything but a lot of leaves.  

This is a squash or pumpkin or melon of some sort.  I have no idea since I bought all the seedlings months ago and then tossed the little plastic ID sticks away because I assumed I would remember.  And I would, if it was 70F outside and not 99F.  I just like to see those little vines gripping tightly to the jute trellis net I put up--everything working exactly as it should:

I do remember that is a watermelon plant--the one with the leaves that look a bit like oak tree leaves.  While I see plenty of blossoms on the various squash plants, I see no blossoms on the watermelon--and other people online are already talking about how to tell when the watermelon is ripe enough to pick. I know Michigan had a crazy cold spring, but I am starting to feel a bit cheated.

And, yes, the ground hog has been back, reducing this squash plant to a few leafless stumps.  I see that the plant sent out new leaves immediately--that one right in the middle, almost at the bottom of the picture, appeared overnight. So far, since I have tossed around hundreds of garlic cloves, the ground hog has not eaten anything aside from this plant. I hate to wish ill upon a hapless ground hog but I really do hope it has moved on either to another garden or a garden in the great beyond.

And finally, I gave up and bought cosmos seedlings and they are doing especially well. I used to buy sachets of cosmos seeds because they are advertised as being "foolproof" for getting millions and millions of flowers.  I have never, ever had a single one produce ANYTHING.  So, finally, I broke down and bought 20 or so teeny seedlings in a tray from WoJos (a nearby mom-pop nursery that I have concluded is better than Bordines) in April or so and now I am sold: making them do the work of germinating the seeds and paying $1 per plant is the only way to go for me from now on. What's nice about these plants (if you can get them to live) is that they love heat and produce hundreds of flowers all summer long. And they take up little space so can be planted among other things like tomatos. In theory they are "self seeders" but I don't believe it.