Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Cocks Of The Walk


Well, the rain that was forecast never showed up and in fact, it's been a mostly gorgeous day and it feels like we've hurdled right through spring in the space of a few days and are now jumping right up to summer. As soon as the boys got here I hustled them back in their daddy's car so he could drop us off to deliver Miss Liola's goods. The eggs and the greens weren't a problem but those damn aloe plants in their pot must have weighed fifteen pounds and was bulky and I wasn't sure how I was going to handle that and hold the boys' hands. 
We happily gave Miss L. all the stuff and Gibson had a fairly long conversation with her and they were shining examples of perfect little men and I was quite proud of them. We walked home and stopped at the empty house next door for a "rest."



We walked around the yard and I took that picture up at the top of the fallen camellias under a tree in the side yard there. Wouldn't you love to have a carpet with those colors? I would. Or a frock, maybe. I love that word. "Frock." No one ever uses it anymore. I think I'll start. 

We came home and messed around here and then Miss Judy came by and the boys hugged and kissed her and had great conversations with her and then Boppy got home and the games began. Wii games, outside baseball and soccer games, playing-on-the-playset games. And Boppy rode them around the yard on the mower and that was probably the most fun of all. They even saw a snake come out of a hole in a tree! This was big excitement. I believe it was an oak snake. It is the season for them to start coming out and slithering around. 

And then this:



When I went to do the afternoon egg collection, I found that teeny-tiny egg. What the hell? Did one of the white hens lay a lagniappe egg today? I have no idea. But it's so darling. I kind of want to fry it and serve it with a tiny biscuit and a miniature piece of bacon. And about six grits. 

Ah, life in Lloyd is one mystery after another. 

The boys have gone home with their mama, and Mr. Moon and I are both exhausted. I just saw Mick on top of one of the old hens and all Elvis did was squawk at him. Maybe he's just going to accept the fact that there's another rooster in town. I don't know. Elvis is more of a lover than a fighter, despite the cruel-looking spurs he wears on the back of his legs. 
I'm all for peaceful resolution wherever possible so I'm happy. 

So good evening from Lloyd where we not only have mysteries but also lesbian duck sex, sister-hens and now quite possibly, brother-husbands. 

As long as Mr. Moon doesn't bring another woman in I'm okay with it all. 

Much love...Ms. Moon


14 comments:

  1. the fallen camellias do look like a carpet. and elvis knows when he's been beat I guess. he can spend time fucking the hens or chasing Mick off. Maybe he's secretly happy for the help managing the girls.

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  2. Oh the fallen camellias, I don't think I have ever seen anything that beautiful from fallen flowers. I am glad the roosters are getting along. Gail

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  3. So-the empty house next door with the camellia carpet-is it abandoned? For sale? What a nice idea, to buy an empty house with gorgeous outdoor rugs.

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  4. Ellen Abbott- I am thinking that Elvis is pretty darn wise. I really doubt he's grateful to Mick, though. Poor old thing.

    Gail- It is a tenuous "getting along." But yes- aren't those camellias just gorgeous?

    Ashley- Well, the bank owns it. They are trying to sell it but it takes a special sort of person to take on an old house in Lloyd, Florida. And when I say, "special," I mean a little bit crazy.

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  5. All the pics are lovely and it sounds like a good day. Some of us older Northern Brits with broad accents still say Frock. This a good word. Maybe we should start a page for it like The We Want Plates. On FB and Twitter. Some amazing pics of what restaurants are serving food on! I digress. Your life and family make me feel happy as my knee enters month 5 recovery. Maggi xxx

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  6. Oh sweet everything. Boys, roosters, blossoms, ducks, and wee little egg.

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  7. Looks like a really nice day :)
    The fallen flowers look stunning!

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  8. That picture is beautiful. I hope the brother-husband thing works out.

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  9. Sounds like a full day for sure! I'm glad Mick is finally getting some.

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  10. Camellia carpets and brother-husbands and eggs and games. Good good stuff :)

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  11. Frock is being used a lot by the younger generation who are into refashioning old dresses into modern ones. So you are right in sync with the times :)

    I do hope the roosters can live peacefully together.

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  12. Maggi- May your knee continue to heal! And I am glad that the word "frock" is still being used.

    Denise- That egg is just a tiny gift from the universe. I swear.

    Sarah- Aren't they pretty?
    As pretty on the ground as on the bush.

    Jill- Me too!

    Rajiv- Hello! Thank you.

    Steve Reed- He's insane with lust. That is the only way to describe him now.

    Stephanie- It was a good day. I sure am glad to see you.

    jenny_o- Believe it or not, I have always had a knack for tuning in to certain fashion trends. Not that I adopt them. But still. It's weird because I don't even care.

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  13. A dwarf egg and fallen camellias. We are readying for spring here. I hope there will be no more freezing up here.

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