Here's another picture I took yesterday. I love the way the birds are all lined up on the dock. Birds are so orderly, aren't they? One of the funniest things in the world to me is seeing a whole group of birds standing on the beach, 99% of them facing one way with just a few facing towards the others. In my mind I always think, "This meeting will now come to order. We need to review the lineup for tomorrow's journey across the bay. Harold, we'd like you to lead the group. Marlin and Mavis, you take the next positions. It's just a short flight so don't get distracted by the occasional fish you might see on the way over. Please maintain your positions. We're planning on eating well once we get there. The Rotary Club is having a fish fry. Remember to pay special attention to the children who frequently drop their hushpuppies and never eat their coleslaw. There will be plenty for all."
And so forth.
Today was mostly just a catch-up day for me. I did three loads of laundry and hung it all out on the line. Everything got dry even though it has been mostly cloudy. It was breezy and warm and it's always a joy to me to see those dresses and shirts moving in the wind as if they were worn by invisible dancers, swaying and tumbling and bowing and rising to music unheard by me.
I also planted some seeds I'd saved from a pepper that I bought at the store. It was one of those gorgeous dark red peppers, not a bell, and I can't remember the name, but we planted a few last year and they did fruit. That was just a casual experience, the seeds sown in big black plastic nursery pots during the middle of the summer but knowing that they can and do sprout and produce peppers, I gathered some containers out of the trash, washed them, found a few other small nursery pots, filled them all with potting soil, and in a more deliberate way, pushed the small flat seeds beneath the surface.
That is hard to believe.
It shall be interesting to see which is more accurate- the pecan trees or the weather forecast. Either way, I surely hope that the rain does come. And whether it freezes or not, I will be happy to sleep a few more nights under the duck before it goes back in its bag in the closet, not to be used until next fall at the earliest.