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!
First photo with my new iPhone…
Untouched in any way… and yes, my ficus hedge is dying a pitiful death. Still.
The guys want $800 to drag them out but I figure my pulling the dead up one at a time is cheaper.
Anyway, I was excited to receive the new phone yesterday; my Christmas gift from Mike!
Love the way it treats light and shadow… each seem to be in balance, the shadow neither too dark nor the light garish/blown out.
I don’t know that it can replace my Canon, but we’re going to have fun, this phone and I.
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.
, more commonly known as Purple Heart… and since I always post the first Crinum lily of the season… lily with Bree in the background. In people years the old girl is 83.
You can’t kill crinums. I pulled the entire bed up after Irma… about 60 of them… and threw the ones I wanted to keep in another bed. Not planted. They lay there dormant, looking door-nail dead, until I planted them again this Spring. Miraculous.
Alberto has been dumping massive amounts of water on us, but guess what? It’s monsoon season anyway. For two weeks before Al got here we were inundated every day. Fortunately we live on a sandbar.