But hey! Those politicians sure showed Obama, right?
And it's Sunday. A good day to take pictures. Don't ask me why.
Happy phlox. Happy yard.
So many figlets! Oh, the potential!
Mick at watch under the bananas.
Elvira in the border grass. John Gray- if you are reading this- do you see hen or rooster here? Anyone else?
Nope. Not a dead chicken. A sunbathing beauty- Miss Trixie.
Look at those gorgeous feathers, that outstretched leg! Ooh! The glamor! Miss Trixie's laying days are virtually over but who wouldn't love a pretty pet like that, especially one who croons such a sweet song?
And there you go. The goings-on in a Lloyd, Florida yard on a Sunday morning. We're talking about driving down to the river to take a dip after Mr. Moon does some mowing. I think I might confound the whole entire universe and NOT do any outside work today. Or inside either if I don't feel like it. Fuck it.
It's the Sabbath and I must just keep it holy. Or wholly. Better that than assholy.
Speaking of holy, I'm listening to Blood and Beauty: The Borgias, by Sarah Dunant which is basically about the Papacy in the last days of the fifteenth century and I had no idea that back in those days it was completely acceptable, nay, expected! that the Pope would have illegitimate children and that those children would be used as pawns in the Game of God as I am going to call it, but which was nothing more than politics, for the most part.
As the Pope was considered to be the King of the Church, his "bastard" children were its princes and princesses.
Well. There you go. You probably knew this but I did not.
I still remember the shame I felt when I wrote a short story in the sixth grade, set back in times before, which started out something like, "My father was a priest and my mother was a nun," only to be told by my teacher that priests and nuns did not marry and thus, did not have children.
Ha! Take THAT Mrs. Carr!