That is not a "perfect" magnolia blossom nor is it open all the way but it was the only one on a tree low enough for me to get a picture of. I inhaled its scent with my eyes closed and felt a little swoony and then I walked on in the cloudy, humid day to get my miles in.
I did not push it today when it came to speed. I plodded. I am going to have to start getting up earlier to walk as it gets hotter and more humid. There's just no way around it. The older I get the less tolerance I have for the heat although I know that at least one of my medications has something to do with that. When I get to the little bridge over Black Creek which is my halfway mark, I always take a moment to look down at the water which today was quite high and had spread from the banks to flood the surrounding swampy land where ferns and palms grow. It always looks so cool and inviting although the water was a bit muddy today and running swiftly because of the rain we had last night and early this morning.
One of these days I may scramble down the bank, take off my shoes and wade in the water in the shade of the trees. If it gets hot enough, if I get hot enough, that could very well happen.
No tornados touched down in Lloyd that I know about but it did get pretty crazy out there for awhile. My brother's wife posted pictures on Facebook of trees down in their neighborhood which is north of Tallahassee. Another friend of mine who lives in the same neighborhood posted his own pictures of some of the damage. He said that tornados really DO sound like a train and he grabbed his dog and they huddled in safety for the two minutes that it took for it to pass and it felt like two hours.
The only thing that happened in our yard was lots of rain and some wind. One of Mr. Moon's garden benches fell over, dumping five pots which had just been planted with some peppers and basil and a few lettuce seeds. He cleaned it all up and set it all right this morning.
It always seems to me that I get nothing done after my walk. Or before it, either, for that matter. But I know it's not true. It's just that what I do is so ordinary. So prosaic. I didn't do laundry yesterday and today, somehow I had four loads to do. I did a little chicken-tending. I made banana bread which my husband has been loving either for breakfast or for a late-afternoon snack. I made a loaf of sourdough and I have got to figure out why and how my bread just isn't RIGHT these days.
It's in the oven now and no matter the rise/not rise of it, it will taste good with our supper.
It's not the starter which is still lovely and bubbly. I suppose I need to try new recipes.
And I think my timing has something to do with it. To get a loaf fresh and hot out of the oven for suppertime I really should get up at the crack of down to make the dough.
Oh well. This is hardly of world-wide importance.
So it's Friday. People are still piling into the church next door. Maybe their god DOES keep them safe. Who knows? Not me.
We are living in a very strange world. A world where the president of the United States tosses out the suggestion that we can shine light and heat up our butts or, well, somehow get that light and heat into our bodies to kill the virus or maybe we could just somehow do a cleaning of the lungs with disinfectant cleaner.
You know what bothered me most about that clip? The part in his hair.
All you have to do to know everything you need to know about Donald Trump can be learned from doing a close examination of his hair. Not only is he so stupid that he thinks it looks good, he's also such a narcissist that he thinks he looks good.
There is a difference there.
And yet, both of those things are as true as the tides, as the rising of the sun in the morning.
Ah me. I raise my martini (getting alcohol inside my body- it'll kill the germs in ONE MINUTE!) to all of us who are in this thing together. The virus, the shut-down, the lock-down, the frustrations, the fears, the peace, the simplicity, the worries, the absolute disbelief of the fact that we're here at all, the sadness, the joy when we can forget for a moment why we have this time to step back and appreciate all that we truly have without worrying about all that we think we might need.
Happy Friday, y'all. I hope.