One of my favorite trees. It is in the yard of a very old house where no one lives down a back road where hardly anyone goes.
Wild flowers. Tangles and vines and bushes. Golds and purples. The butterflies are darting amongst them all, sipping, slipping through space and air. They go in pairs. They are flowers in motion.
Another live oak. This one guards the road where these flowers live.
They have repainted Johnny Appleseed who stands eternally taking a coffee break in front of the truck stop. Look at those clouds behind him. Oh, it is going to rain again today and the humidity now! The water in the air calls forth the water in the body. I am soaked.
A tiny orchid-lily like plant. I do not know its name.
One of the three churches within a quarter mile of my house.
The beauty berry.
A good stand of it in the church yard.
The Sheik! I asked him if he would pose for a picture for my blog.
"Sure," he said.
"Thank-you," I told him. "Now I have a picture of a good-looking man."
He flashed his gold tooth at me.
"Take care," we told each other.
Life in Lloyd.