Secret Colours and Angry Skies

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Once again, a schedule much busier than I imagined possible and a couple of bad days have kept me off of my soapbox for longer than I like. I was on a roll there for a while but allowed myself to be derailed. I have some news and a few random amusements to unload on you today. Fasten your seat belts, kiddies.

If you happen to have read my post from a couple of weeks ago in which I mentioned the possibility of a health problem, let me tell you that you can forget it. It was nothing. My host, Steve, arranged for me to go to see a doctor, a family member.  The test result was negative. One less thing, eh? I’m even more relieved than I imagined I would be. I should mention that this cost me nothing. I’ve been on the receiving end of a lot of generosity lately.

It was also arranged by Steve that I would go to an optometrist for an exam and new glasses. I was dreading this, as it usually ends up costing me at least US$500. Free! Again! I will get a nice pair of titanium framed glasses with magnetic shades and my eyesight corrected to 20/20 for the first time.

A few nights ago millions of Americans were hunkered down close to a TV listening to moment-by-moment reports from people being pounded by the weather, wondering if they were next. I heard a snippet of news the day after that there were 150 tornadoes reported on that night. My friend and hostess Marta called me down to see this image of a radar hook echo blasting down Interstate 74 towards Brownsburg. I don’t know if the supercell produced a tornado:

A huge tornado hit Tuscaloosa, Alabama. You can see a video clip here. Very scary!

I went outside to see if I could see any of the classic signals of an impending tornado, such as mamatus clouds, roll clouds or the “green sky“. It did look threatening, but I saw none of the really scary signs:

I took a couple of shots anyway.

The evening passed with no tornadoes close to me, but many suffered the worst night of their lives. Several hundred people have lost their lives in this stormy month of April.

One to a lighter subject, I visited one of my former institutions of so-called higher learning, Butler University. I have not lived up the the expectations of the graduates of that august university, the most important of which is that you earn huge stinking piles of money. I simply laugh when they send me solicitations for contributions. I visited Holcolmb Gardens for about the millionth time:

In the garden is a charming bronze of Perserphone, the goddess of vegetation. I always thought that she looks as if she is bored. There is a funny story regarding fraternity boys and prominent parts of the bronze’s anatomy. I will not tell it here, but rather leave it to your imagination. I will give you a small hint by disclosing that the story contains a reference to a can of Brasso polish.

This is Steve, my host, inside of a construction the purpose of which I will let you guess:

No, it is not a play-house. Come to think of it, maybe it is, but not for children.

During Steve’s latest adventure out in the woods (a hint) involving the use of the mystery object above, he and his friends discovered a treasure trove of morel mushrooms:

These appear to be giants to me. I’ve had no contact with morels since I was a child when my father hunted for them. I remember him making a delicious pancakes containing huge slabs of morel.

Patience – I am winding down now. I’m going to be gone from Brownsburg for a couple of days, so I may be absent for a while again. Yesterday I found myself on 10th Street in Indianapolis with my cousin, Jack, who had taken a day off to haul me around and entertain me. I’ll tell more about that later, perhaps. My eye was caught by this photographically dull, but thought provoking image:

A less disturbed person might pass by here and notice nothing. I saw Ghost Houses. Leave it to me to make a mountain out of a molehill. Still, every one of these forlorn little stairways once led to a humble abode where humans lived out their lives. I count six of them.

Along the canal beside the garden I mention above grows a brushy scrub forest area which is springing to life after a hard winter. I spied a bit of colour from the little bridge over the canal and crossed over to make my way down to the water line. There I found this tree expressing itself with all its might:

It is, to me, a happy image of renewal. I gave it all my care to prepare it for display. Secret Colours won’t hang in any gallery, but it calms me.


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21 Responses to “Secret Colours and Angry Skies”

  1. Laura Says:

    Uummmmm! Love the morels! However, I’ve always had them in eggs–and never even considered putting them in pancakes! Maybe we’ll get up in the morning and go mushroom hunting…and then make morel pancakes! Then again….maybe not! I think eggs sound better than pancakes, but maybe we’ll see! ♥

  2. Ron Barrons Says:

    The only thing I let touch my morels other than the fork that lifts them to my mouth is the butter I cooked them in. Without a doubt the taste of morels is the best. I wouldn’t anything to detract from that taste. I’ve got to go find me some, if it every warms up here.

  3. Bronislaus Janulis Says:


    If you have the time, see the Indy State Museum, and walk around the outside of the building. Nice sculptures representing the counties of Indiana. In fact. Indy is a real gem in terms of smaller midwestern cities; great museums, and one of the most glorious of Civil War Monuments, US Civil war. Center of Indy, or Nap Town, as some say.

  4. ahna Says:

    I Love Morel mushrooms. We have a friend that goes every year and scores big time. i agree with Bronislaus on the canal downtown. I have not been the the museum yet but want to. But the canal is nice. I was hoping the weather would be nice to take you to Garfield Park. They have redone the Garden Center and it is real nice. Can’t wait to see you Sunday. Nice photos I have tones of flower photos I should share with you.

  5. Ali Says:

    WOW! 9 inches of umm… really weird-scary-lookin’-big-Kahuna-Shrooms!
    I am sure that you would need a camo tent, so as to stake out and hunt down such mean lookin ccritters as those Morel’s…ha ha ha ha
    Anyone who goes into the woods hunting mushrooms that look like that…..would have to be a Fun-Gi.

    Oh BTW…….They surely taste better than they look huh?

  6. Ali Says:

    I just Googled Morel Mushrooms and one site said to carry a big sitck when hunting for them…….mmmmmmm????? It also advised to wear something “orange” as the Morels are popping up at the same time as the “turkey shooting season” EeeeeeeeeeK!!!
    …….And you reckon Australia has some strange and dangerous critters!!!! ha ha ha

  7. MadDog Says:

    It’s been over fifty years since I tasted a morel. Steve cooked up some last night. It did not taste the way I remember, but that’s not surprising. It was good, anyway. Thanks for your hospitality.

  8. MadDog Says:

    Ron, I’ll suggest to Steve that he try to fry them in butter instead of coating them. I hope it does warm up, because I’ll be there on the 17th. I’ll be staying in Hamilton until I fly out on the 4th. Waterfalls??

  9. MadDog Says:

    Bronislaus, I grew up in Indy. When I was a child we thought all of those beautiful Bedford limestone buildings were black. That was because of a century of coal smoke. When coal was eliminated as a home heating fuel the buildings were sandblasted. We were amazed to see those beautiful, shining structures appear befroe our eyes. Don’t forget the Scottish Rite Cathedral, a real beauty.

  10. MadDog Says:

    Ahna, I haven’t been to the canal area downtown. I doubt if I’ll get the chance now, unless I hit it on Friday night with Holly and Noel. I used to ride down to Garfield park on the Harley to take pictures. I’m eager to see your images.

  11. MadDog Says:

    Ali, you correctly about the camo tent. My host, Steve, is a great and mighty slaughterer of wild turkeys. He has been on two hunts since I’ve been here. I guess the turkeys have a sporting chance, since hunters are allowed only one per year and a special license is required. He has not gotten one yet. The morels do not require a shotgun to be subdued. Yes, they do taste quite nice – more savory than other mushrooms.

  12. MadDog Says:

    Ali, I think that the big stick is for snakes. The “international orange” jacket is to distinguish you from game, as you surmised. The wisdom of this was demonstrated by a former US Secretary of Defense when he shot a hunting companion.

  13. Ali Says:

    Politicians, mushrooms and turkey’s…sounds like a recipe for disaster to me Jan…ha ha ha

  14. MadDog Says:

    So right you are, Ali, as was proved to us all. Add in a trigger happy president and a prime minister itching for a fight . . . well, you know what happened.

  15. Amanda Watson Says:

    I’m so relieved to hear that your health is fine Jan. Good news indeed. All the best from sunny Brisbane. Amanda. 🙂

  16. MadDog Says:

    Thanks, Amanda. I’m much relieved that my schedule for recovery is not going to be messed up by being crook. I guess I won’t be in Madang while you’re there. I’m sad that I’ll miss you.

  17. kristy Says:

    It is morel season here, as well! Yum! Never been much good at finding them myself though. The darn things are incredibly well camouflaged!
    Apparently they like to grow around the cottonwoods…

  18. Jay Griffin Says:

    I can tell that’s a Midwestern ruler…I’ve got the same kind!

  19. MadDog Says:

    Ali, at least the mushrooms were not poisonous.

  20. MadDog Says:

    Kristy, I’ve never seen a morel in the wild. My dad must have been adept at finding them, because we had them often in the spring. I got curious about your remark concerning cottonwood trees. That’s interesting. It reminds me of truffles being associated with oak trees.

  21. MadDog Says:

    Okay, Jay, you got me going on the Westcott Ruler thing. I Googled it and found this. The combination of Google and Wikipedia simply amazes me.