Watchmaker in-joke revealed

There is an engineer in our neighborhood. I call him 'The Watchmaker' as a joke. Precision it may be, but watchmaking it is not.

Having once put a connecting rod through the side of a heavy diesel engine block at speed I can attest that it makes a loud bang.

On to prettier sights: the blossom season continues.

This recently created subdivision has benefitted from tree planting.

Lots of potted plants are appearing on patios and front porches.

Some more elegant than others.

Not easy to see, but a bird was making an angry din at me as I was taking that previous photo.

Lots of red foliage coming out on bushes all over the valley.

This setting looks like it might make a good start for an arboretum.

The northern hemisphere vernal biomass amplitude includes insects & birds that migrate to feed on them, as well as plants.

There is a legal precept that trees cannot trespass—the power line gives away the lopsided reason in this case.

I did a regal wave to this road sign as it bowed repeatedly on our approach. I was about to ask it how long it had worked here—a standard royal personage question upon encountering workers during factory visits—when I realized that it had a flexible spring support and was simply bending in the wind rather than performing an obeisance.

I remember a story about QEII visiting a chocolate factory. Long serving members of the workforce had been gathered together on a fake production line set up for the purpose of allowing the royal personage to talk to them in a seemingly natural setting. Unfortunately, HRH veered off course and started to make small talk with the temporary workers brought in to fill the gaps on a real production line. She must have been bemused when her "How long…" question was answered with, "Since Monday, Your Majesty." Presumably there are royal personage handlers who still languish in the Tower as punishment for that episode.

 

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