Hurricane Season

We’re smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic season, between June 1 and November 30. It’s a magical time when people up and down our nation’s coasts clear out market shelves every time the wind blows hard.

Fred is out there. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a storm. He’s just not a hurricane type storm. Winds are projected to remain low and all he’ll really accomplish is dumping tons of liquid on an already saturated state.

Earlier in the summer we experienced massive amounts of rain and for the first time in 20 years I was worried about flooding. I told my Dad at the time that I needed to dig a trench in the front, since encroaching foliage had made the area more of a bog than what it was designed to be: a runoff.

Of course I procrastinated on the trench until this morning.

…and now I’m sitting. 😉

Contrast

Hiya! They call me everything from Angel to Fluffy Butt. I love you!

Wheeee…!

Daisy says hi too.

Last Night

Sometimes… only sometimes… do I groan when the dogs want to go out. Last night was one of those times. Cleaning up after dinner, I wasn’t even aware that the sun was setting. Attentive only to my own needs, the grumbling was audible.

Until I looked up.

Escape

Martin Grelle

The man and I hadn’t been to a proper sit down restaurant since before covid started… and six months before that. I don’t like eating out anymore. The tables seem closer together these days and people are loud, especially children. One of my favorite sounds is kids playing out in the yard or street… but transfer those cries and screams to a booth behind me and food is the last thing I want. Escape becomes a priority.

Continue reading “Escape”

May Moon

Well, I missed it. Couldn’t get to it when the thing was huge; trees, clouds, etc… interrupted. Should have set a ladder against the house and clambered onto the roof but… well, I’d never have gotten down.

From this morning…

14

Daisy is 14 today! Unfortunately she hates the camera… but here she is this morning.

Happy Birthday, crazy!

Talking to Birds

I enjoy nature; just walking around, smelling the grass, looking at all the beautiful colors of God’s creation… makes me right. Happy.

This mockingbird tried to keep up with my whistles, making me laugh. After wondering why he kept hanging around, even after the dogs came outside with me, I looked up into the areca palms and saw the nest. WHY do they persist in making nests in unstable growths? The last one they tried was only a third of the way done when a strong breeze knocked it down. Oaks grow all around us – go there, silly birds!

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