In October?

Some of my lilies have decided to bloom… now. In October. A first!

And here’s a plumeria I planted a couple of months ago. Yes, my beds need work. Well, so does my back. So there. 😉

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. 😉

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.

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…

A Change is as Good as a Rest

I heard that somewhere, a long time ago. Don’t know that I believe it, though. Here’s my change: a plant I put in the ground at least five years ago decided to sprout and flower. One stalk, now two. Where the devil has it been?

No more unplanted gardens! In another bed more plants that I actually planted are coming up; it’s a bit unnerving.

Why now??

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.

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