Look at this precious honey bee searching from one teensy weed flower to the next, pollen covering his antenna, thorax and even bundles of it wrapped around his wee legs!
I leave you with some chamber music…
Bee Mine
First Crinum ’21
I always take a picture of the first lily blooming each year, so here we are.
Also, look at this silly bugger, taking off like crazy!
Dormant for years, it now thrives. There must be a lesson in there somewhere.
Dark
I was breaking in the new grill last night with kabobs when the dark crept up. I could barely see the grill, but the sky was alight with pink tendrils to the south and sun setting in the west.
The picture doesn’t do it justice. Not even close.
Bottom left you can see the pollen laden tree that’s trying to kill me.
The Aftermath
…of Wilma.
As I wrote in the last post, I put this here not for anything or anyone other than myself. It’s what happened after a Cat 3 ran over us in 2005. Nothing like Andrew, but still…
Thank God it’s cool!! If this had happened in August we’d be miserable. Even a normal October day is usually warm and humid. Two colds fronts equal another miracle! Before she left for home Tonie and I went to Publix for staples and of course she left for home with one of my bags. A heartfelt thank you to Publix for opening their doors! Without power they may have been trying to get shed of some perishables, I don’t know. That’s what I’d do, anyway.
The line outside Home Depot is long, considering the generators haven’t arrived. We need a generator and a new gas grill (not to worry, we have two generators now). Cleaning the fridge and freezer out.
Dammit, Tonie left with my trail shoes!
Continue reading “The Aftermath”Wilma
Ran across this account of Hurricane Wilma’s aftermath while cleaning out my desk. Though I wrote about Hurricane Andrew’s passing, it’s certainly not for consumption. Our experiences after Wilma, though, are simply boring. Putting it here to save it.
Hubris and the Hurricane or How We Found our Miracle
::Cue the Gilligan’s Island theme::
Continue reading “Wilma”Pink Sky at Morn
As usual I went out with the dogs early this morning. The day was breaking. Soft tendrils of pink floated across the western sky.. then billowed, like cream in coffee. Then upon entering the back yard, I saw much the same, but on a grander scale: the eastern sky was alight with corals and pinks! Alive with color, pinks alone wove their way north then settled west, as if the angels were knitting.
No, I can’t take a decent photograph of the sky.
Not this morning. Dug this out of my drafts folder.
Continue reading “Pink Sky at Morn”
Over the Fence
…which used to be Over the Hedge…
PVC
I figured a PVC fence would go down in a hurricane as fast as a wood one, so. Here’s one picture, as it corresponds to the one I posted previously.
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