drowning at 7 feet sea level
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.
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…
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??
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.
O.D. wants some photos of her and Mike so I’m going through my folders… and I’ve deleted over 3,000 so far! Who wants a hundred pictures of a bug… or bird… or blister…?
That’s what I said upon finding this photo… holy mother of pearl… I used to take pictures!! And I enjoyed it! Just when I was starting to feel like a non person, too.
Larger version just because.
I can’t seem to identify this one… and that’s Sevin dust, not snow. It doesn’t snow in SoFl.
Found this while going through old files. Unfortunately the birdbath is long gone.
There was just something about it that made me happy. Possibly the dragonflies.
…and burple friend.
Yes, I went out to work in the bed but had to take pictures first. Of course!
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