It’s Not Marie / No Es Marie

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UNLIKE THE HIBISCUS flowers along the Paseo, the tamarind trees aren’t reaching in the direction of the gloriously shining sun. They’re leaning in whatever direction the wind and mud took them during Storm Gloria. It’s no problem really. If any of the trees don’t survive this most recent insult, the gardeners will just eventually dig them out and plant new ones. New ones that will probably have the same fate. These tamarind trees don’t like the winds here but there’s clearly a surplus of them in a nearby field because when one dies another takes it place… after a long while.

Recently, all the dead tamarinds on the Paseo were removed. That’s a lot of dead tamarinds. We’ve had bare dirt for a while and I was hopeful something new, different, and more hardy was about to take their place. But Friday four new tamarinds were planted nearby (in line with another almost dead one). I don’t get it. Readily available or not, I would think it’d be cheaper to plant something that didn’t have to be replaced every few months.

This is the last Gloria song. I promise. You won’t find me tomorrow singing the psalm “Gl0ria,” [in excelcis deo], although I’m sorely tempted. But I tried it on Moose and he begged me to stop. It’s probably just as well. If I went too far with that one, Storm Gloria might return with one final lightning bolt.

Click the images from Sunday and Monday. They might get more bent.


A DIFERENCIA DE las flores de hibisco a lo largo del Paseo, los tamarindos no alcanzan la dirección del sol gloriosamente brillante. Se inclinan en cualquier dirección que el viento y el barro tomaron durante la tormenta Gloria. No hay problema realmente. Si alguno de los árboles no sobrevive a este insulto más reciente, los jardineros los desenterrarán y plantarán otros nuevos. Nuevos que probablemente tendrán el mismo destino. A estos árboles de tamarindo no les gustan los vientos aquí, pero claramente hay un excedente de ellos en un campo cercano porque cuando uno muere, otro tiene lugar … después de un largo tiempo.

Recientemente, todos los tamarindos muertos en el Paseo fueron removidos. Son muchos tamarindos muertos. Hemos tenido suciedad por un tiempo y tenía la esperanza de que algo nuevo, diferente, y más resistente estuviera a punto de tomar su lugar. Pero el viernes se plantaron cuatro nuevos tamarindos cerca (en línea con otro casi muerto). No lo entiendo. Fácilmente disponible o no, creo que sería más barato plantar algo que no tuviera que ser reemplazado cada pocos meses.

Esta es la última canción de Gloria. Lo prometo. No me encontrarás mañana cantando el salmo “Gl0ria [en excelcis deo]”, aunque estoy muy tentado. Pero lo probé con Moose y me rogó que parara. Probablemente sea igual de bueno. Si fuera demasiado lejos con eso, Storm Gloria podría regresar con un rayo final.

Haz clic en las imágenes del domingo y lunes. Se pueden doblar más.


Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

24 thoughts on “It’s Not Marie / No Es Marie”

    1. Kenosha Kid:
      It was a toss-up on that first post. But you’ll have to listen to it on your own; I’ll be shot if I introduce that ear worm again.

  1. I think someone at City Council and Public works has a contract for Tamarind trees. So this is why you get Tamarinds. LOL!!! at least that is the way it works here in PEI.

    1. Larrymuffin,
      A friend of mine lives opposite a huge field that is now completely filled with transplanted tamarind trees. She says they’re constantly coming and going. When they dig them out from some old place they move them there and then it seems they replant them somewhere else in town. She said there are always hundreds of trees there. There’s no hope.

  2. Oooh, I’d forgotten about this one, and I love The Manhattan Transfer! I own their anthology cd and this is on it. I guess I was too busy listening to Birdland over and over. Love the debauched kitty pictures 🙂

      1. Down them stairs, lose them cares, yeah
        Down in Birdland
        Total swing! bop was king, yeah
        Down in Birdland

    1. Deedles,
      We have every Manhattan Transfer cd. So much talent… and style. I even saw them perform in Greenwich Village in the ‘70s.

  3. when I see your pix, I often wonder in which building you reside. hello, sweet moose; thanks for exposing your tender underbelly to us!

    1. Anne Marie,
      Our building rarely appears in my photos. Don’t know why I do that. I’ll share one of these days. For a cat who won’t sit on a lap or be held, Moose is unbelievably affectionate… and clingy.

    1. David,
      Yep. They took out huge focus trees, which survived everything and whose roots destroyed the Paseo. One of our neighbors has made official complaints to the City every year about these poorly chosen replacements to no avail.

    1. Walt the Fourth,
      Shame. Shame. You missed a blog post. Laura Brannigan was so three days ago.

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