Where the pollen comes from…

I just thought this was pretty.

…of course…

And one from yesterday that didn’t get posted.

TMI below. I know some people hate personal information on blogs; don’t post it and don’t want to read it. That’s fine; you can stop here.

I have a kidney infection that’s making my ovaries feel like they’re about to explode out of my abdominal wall like little aliens. My right kidney isn’t feeling any too chipper, either.

Yes, I’m on antibiotics and yes, I’m going to call the doctor again tomorrow about the mutating ova. It’s a good idea to check these things out before anything untoward happens.

Going back to the couch with a stack of my favorite movies, which I’ll mostly sleep through. Hope you’re having a great Sunday…

So, I’m out picking the dead blooms off the petunias when I spot this very tiny thing.

Then I got a closer look… which sort of icked me out. Seeds? Or an itsy bitsy pod person still baking?

And an un-planted garden… just a random weed amongst the mulch.

I spot watered a patchwork quilt of rice paddies into the yard this morning, though rain was already falling. If ten years in Florida has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t count on the weather. Sure enough, it was a light smattering and those beautiful dark blue-gray clouds were soon gone. Too bad; those soft drops felt right. Nurturing, replenishing.

There’s nothing like mornings outside; the humid smell of earth, the peaceful noise of things like birds calling to each other and the far off sound of children running for the bus, leaving laughter in their wake. Toss in a bit of friendly falling stuff, sun bursting through the dark clouds as though it’s won a battle to get there… and the old ‘God is in His Heaven and all is right with the world’ feeling steals through the system like a healing zephyr.

Palm trees. I’m not a huge fan. But I like this one. It doesn’t constantly shed crap that needs to be collected, for one thing. And because of its location it’s also a ready indicator of wind speed and direction.

Ah, the pineapple. Joe, another quarter of our sorry Garden club, told me that it’s starving for water. Apparently it’s in the bromeliad family. Who knew?

What would a post be without a damn duck? I haven’t seen Gladys lately; she’s most probably sitting on a nest.

I wish you a happy Wednesday and a soft drop of rain on your cheek.

While of no real importance, the plants are thriving. I’m a little surprised that the bougainvillaea is taking off as much as it is, but accept the fact with a thankful heart.

Yes, this is the way I talk now. Bloody awful, isn’t it?

I miss the news.

OH… and another picture of the deadbeats trying to wrangle more seed by hissing what is sure to be duckish profanity.

Let’s dance! Dig in the dirt!

Not me, though. I did enough yesterday for a few days… and not what I’d planned, either. Went out front to grab the limestone pavers and start that little project but got caught up trimming trees… re-planting… blah, blah, blah…

Happy Friday!

I feed the ducks hoping the birds will follow, but so far only blackbirds and mourning doves have shown up. And since I’ve moved the bird bath, none seem inclined to make use of the thing; it sits, still clean. Where are the jays, frolicking with abandon, splashing water everywhere?
I only moved it about 10 feet, for goodness sakes. Birds certainly are set in their ways.

This is my main moocher, looking to me for yet more goodies.

She looks like an Agnes to me.

I’m feeling pretty damned random today. Don’t know why I like that second picture, either. Just something about it…

Tonie [OD] is pretty conflicted about the new baby. Other than feeling like I should have been there with YsD when she gave birth*, I am not. But then again, I’m not raising her first two.

YsD is in a totally different place now, with a lot more help. It’s like comparing apples and… brisket. Not even in the same food group. Plus, there’s the douche-nozzle baby daddy to help. No, he’s not my favorite person in the world, but he seems to love and care for his son very much.

I don’t know God’s plan. There’s no way to know what will happen, not just with that family, but with ANY family. We’re all just a breath away from total disaster. What makes them so different? No, they’re not protected, but really neither are we.

I grew up poor, but we had enough to eat. My Mom wore the same dress for years so that we could have new clothes and I’ve seen the same sort of selflessness from YsD.

Who knows; if those two are strong enough to not only survive adversity but thrive, they might one day achieve great things. After all, they are Mike’s grandchildren.

I’m dying to hold little Leya.

*Who am I to fight illogical, backwoods superstition?