I thought to search for "cliché" regarding the bamboo flute sound cue. In Hymns for the Fallen: Combat Movie Music and Sound after Vietnam a composer named Kyle Eastwood speaks of avoiding bamboo flutes along with other clichés. I wish i had access to the whole book: it looks like one chapter might answer my question.
There's a plant i have been watching warily, growing just off the deck, crowding my scarlet hibiscus (Hibiscus coccineus). Today i took the time to key it out and was surprised and delighted to find it is sochan or green glow, Rudbeckia laciniata. It's a celebrated edible green by the Cherokee and a late blooming relative of blackeyed susans. I will probably transplant the plant this fall to my garden plot and hope that the hibiscus can thrive next year.
I took a loaf of my rye sourdough bread over to my parents' today. My brother was fixing lunch, and my sister's family was stopping by before she flies her kids to Montana and their other grandparents today. Mom seemed much better (yay!). There was expressed admiration for the bread so i sliced it all up and left it.
So for you all, here's a picture of three small slices from the more wet batter/dough that adhered to the tin sides and pulled off all the non-stick coating. Bottom and sides removed and thrown away. This is a salad plate: the slices are more like big cracker sizes than bread slices. I cut these for open tuna salad sandwiches, and i'd had all the crumbles toasted with yogurt for breakfast the past two days.
This is also posted at https://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/764068.html .