drowning at 7 feet sea level
I know, I know. It used to be crinum lilies. Always announced the first lily of the year… but of course I’d shoot hundreds of them and soon crinum weariness would set in. Or crinum derangement syndrome. (For me, at least)
Before lilies it was confederate ivy. Quit that when I finally got a good shot of one, but it took years. Sorry. Every bloom delights, thus I must share. Sorry again.
I do hate this month so, so much. Here I am, larking about the place… dogs in tow, fire extinguisher in hand… (I’m not a good cook) and 1,000 miles away a fecking great bloody hurricane storms up the Texas/Louisiana border lashing everything half to death with the waters of the Gulf.
It’s not as if I wanted the blasted thing here, but there is an element of… guilt… for some reason. We south Floridians have had so many similar ‘episodes’ that we might be better equipped to deal, if you understand me. We’ve had to rebuild our homes. The cracker box has Cat 4 windows (even if they did install them wrong side around – shhh… don’t tell the man!), a new roof and new doors that Jesus himself, should He decide to come round for a cuppa, couldn’t manage without a key.
A Cat 4 is catastrophic anywhere, though. I’m not looking at the aftermath because I don’t need to – August 24, 1992 is still fresh in my mind. Hurricane Andrew blew in as a Cat 5 and changed the landscape… and many lives… forever. Laura will do the same as those before her.
People ask -as if no one’s thought it before- “why would you live in such a place?” Gee, why would anyone live in ‘tornado alley’? There are many reasons, but most important among ours is money. Will we move when the man retires? I don’t know. There is the ocean, after all…
This is just to say: Feck off, August.
Hope is outdoing herself, even as small as she still is!
Yep, it’s a mess out front but my back is bad at the mo.
I think this picture adequately describes my mood.
In other news, my long time stylist retired. Yes, I am bereft. Guess my long, stringy hair will remain that way…
I think she needs a name as beautiful as her blooms. What say you?
Wot the hell, Archie! I don’t have much to say these days, anyway. Well, nothing safe for primetime… so here are a couple of Sim 4 screen caps.
San Myshuno, clouded in… smog? Or just an early morning nuclear glow?
Newcrest. Took the picture because it irritated me. I use the hood for a modern look but the Sim Gods have decreed that its ‘scenery’ be of an earlier time…
My homes are in the foreground, obv.
Yes, this is the type of thing that excites me. I’m easy.
My tiny little Early Bird Crape Myrtles (from Wilson Bros, a top notch place IMO) are budding! They’re still so small themselves, but so healthy and perfect!
And I put the poor root-bound philo in the ground. It’s going to be massive!
That’s it for this morning. Still much to do in this yard but not today… I have to give my body the day off.
One year ago tonight I took Bree on her last car ride.
It’s been a long, bad year. Other than that horrible night I’ve not mourned her, pushing everything down deep.. so far down I couldn’t feel anything. Then a week ago I was cleaning the house, listening to music (some of us dinosaurs still have iPods!) and James Taylor’s Never Die Young started. I didn’t notice, until he sang “…take the sky, forsake the moon…”. And I collapsed into a weeping rag. You could have done anything to me at that moment; I was immersed in grief, not reality.
Younghaven’s Take the Sky, a.k.a. ‘Breagha’
Guess you’re really gone. At least I can cry for you now. I will forever miss you and forever look for you everywhere, as if you’re only just out of sight.
What’s really funny is that I can never get her belly hair, so it’s always wafting away down there… along with some of the foot hair because Queen Daisy is a diva and doesn’t want her feet touched.
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