Butterpie
And Daisy watching me watch the butterpie…
‘Butterpie’ because I’m regressing and that’s what I called it when I was a toddler.
Last Confederate Ivy
My neighbors succeeded in killing off an entire fence length of beautiful ivy, except for this bit. I tried to save the others that had been cut back over and over… to no avail.
And.. I still stand in the middle of the back yard, looking into their house -because there’s no thick wall of ivy anymore- and wonder WHY.
Maisy
Daisy Maisy Dixie Grace at ten.
James
This is our oldest grandson, James. He joined the Navy last week after a year of college. April 10th was coincidentally the day his grandfather reported to both his subs, one in 1964 and the other in ’65!
He’s going for SEAL training and they’re sure he’ll get it. We couldn’t be prouder. But then we’ve always been proud of him. They’re getting the best we’ve got, believe me.
He’s almost 19 but when I think of him I can’t help but picture that chubby cheeked little munchkin he was as a toddler. It was ever thus, eh?
And yes, I resisted the urge to post baby pictures… 😉
Iguana
This is one Big Ass Lizard.
A neighborhood cat ran it up to our front porch, Arthur chased the predator off and now this goober is clinging to our screens like a frightened mouse.
That’s what I hate about cats outside; they kill for play and will decimate populations of wildlife for no reason other than fun.
It’s difficult to see how large he really is, but that’s my honking big Honeywell air cleaner behind him…
Edited to add…….
Iggy stayed for 24 hours; so long we were worried about him. But the wildlife folks said “If you care, leave them there”.
…and suddenly our visitor was gone. Safe travels, little man.
