Oh, y'all. Click on that picture, let your mind go whirling with the craziness of it. That is a passion flower and the first time I ever saw one, growing wild in an orange grove, I sincerely and truly believed it must have come from outer space.
I had no other explanation.
I'm still not sure it's not the best explanation.
The beauty berry is also starting to ripen. If Alice Walker was right when she said in The Color Purple, "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it," then late summer is a time around here when that god could truly have plenty of opportunity to get pissed off because there is so much purple blooming in the deep woods, along the roadsides, in the fields. Places where people pass by so fast they never notice it, don't even see it all.
I'd just as soon not piss off anyone although I know I do sometimes. Mostly myself.
But I do try to notice. Not only purple but the butterflies which are in abundance right now, the katydid in my kitchen which has taken up residence.
I showed him to the boys the other day and Owen immediately deemed the bug "his pet." Owen is definitely into pets these days. I hope to god that he doesn't ask me a whole lot of questions about Buster and Dolly. I just called their groomer, a friend of mine, and left her a message telling her that she wouldn't be seeing them any more and why. I fucking teared up while I was talking. I'm so crazy.
It's very peaceful here today. One of the hens is trying to communicate something. Probably looking for the rest of the flock. I am glad it's quiet. I don't care to hear much and I sure don't care to say much.
So I guess for now, that's plenty. The hen, Missy, must have found the flock because now all I hear are contented croons from the scratching chickens. That's a sound I don't mind one bit. Not one bit at all.