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.
I took this early one morning on the beach… many years ago. It’s been living on my desktop, prodding me to remember things I’d forget as the days go by..
Such as… we are not alone -we are never alone. We have family, friends, all the saints in heaven, guardian angels, not to mention the Holy Trinity and our heavenly Mother, Mary.
And it always reminds me that 99% of the time, we have no control… over anything. Drink that in and ponder on how short life can be.. I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying my time on this rock, grateful for what’s been given and what’s been earned… and even taken away.
Hope you are, too.
We’re praying for those afflicted with COVID and the souls of the departed. Our emergency services, medical staff, military and grocery stores that keep us fed.
God bless us, everyone.
Are you bored? Surprisingly enough, me too.
What is this strange liquid emanating from the Bird of Paradise ‘boat’? Oh, Joanie! I was supposed to look for different colors! Totally forgot!
My baby. I raised him from a seed. (And yes, I need to redo the beds. Currently pressure cleaning in the back, so it will have to wait a bit.)
Had no idea arecas could grow so dang high!
Welcome to the Cracker Box!
Another group of plants I never thought would go so far!
I already have a list, but seeing these pictures… let’s just say I’ve added several items.
Not mine; I can barely grow grass. Took it through the fence. For some reason my neighbors are aces at growing things.
I stood watching the dogs when the wind kicked up. The trees above me rattled like a hundred diamondbacks.
My neighbors clearly have a green thumb. Unlike myself.
We never see squirrels, probably because every tree growing on this lot is a palm of some sort, but now that the neighbor’s greenery is growing over the fence… ta da! Squirrel!
We’re almost directly in the path of hurricane Dorian. (I’m sorry, but I hate that name – I call the storm Dorian Gray)
I’ve been in Florida since 1992, with a rather quick sabbatical in Texas in 1996. The state stopped surprising me after hurricane Andrew ripped my roof off… in 1992. You’d think I’d turn around and leave the way I came after that welcome, but no. Of course not. I never learn.
Several hurricanes later and I’m going through that old routine… and hating every minute of it. What used to be exciting and sometimes terrifying has simply become a major pain in my ass.
All this is to say… someone please send some gas down here so I can power the generator long enough to make coffee.
Look what I found while cleaning out one of the beds! Crafty little devil, tucked away out of eyesight. Well, not anymore…
…it happens more than you would think.
New roof, new doors, new windows… but still so much to do inside.
I just like this picture…
…and what we see from the front door.
Could be worse. Could be much, much worse.
But here’s what I want to know… when do you put too much money into a house? There must be a tipping point, at which time you cease to get a return for your investment.