Bless The River

Years ago Kathleen gave me this lovely plant which lives in a pot on my front porch. I don't think it gets enough light there but it lives on. She called it a "tropical gardenia" but my plant app says it is called a pinwheel flower, Nero's crown, East India rosebay, milk flower, crape jasmine, paper gardenia or butterfly gardenia. 

I think I will continue to call it a tropical gardenia because Kathleen said so. East India rosebay is a pretty name too, though. 

Mr. Moon got home last night pretty late and I was right in my prediction that he would be exhausted. He even took a little nap this afternoon which he almost never does but like I said, offshore fishing can be very strenuous and he doesn't sleep that well when he's away. He did bring home fish! A few snapper and quite a bit of red grouper which for whatever reason is legal to take at this time of year. Grouper is always good, as is snapper, and we will be having some tonight. It is nice to have him home and last night when we went to bed, Jack allowed us both to kiss him on the head. It is his one "trick" and it's not really a trick although it does illustrate (to me at least) that cats understand human language perfectly well, they just go to great pains to hide that fact. If I say, "Give me a kiss, Jack," he'll come over and bow his head to me so that I can give him a little peck. And when I say, "Give Daddy a kiss now," he'll go do the same for Glen. 

I know. This is so ridiculous on so many levels. 

I worked in the garden some more today. Those knee pads have changed my life. I am so thrilled to have found a solution to my knee problem. This is going to add years to my gardening pleasure. I weeded some more and I planted another row of okra, although I'm really not sure why. I'd bought the seeds last week at the Dollar General for fifty cents so not much of an investment. 

But a lot of sweat. 

And then I started weeding the zinnias on the outside of the garden fence, got halfway down that row and said, "That's it. Done. No more today." I struggled to my feet, dumped my weed pan, and stumbled into the house. 

"RIVER!" I said to my husband. But he wasn't hot at all having just taken his little nap and he wanted to go over to Tom's to work on our table for awhile and his plan for after that was to mow the grass. 

Here's a meme that pretty much sums up our yard right now. 

So I went to the river by myself and it was pretty pleasant although there was a couple who were arguing and throwing cuss words around like crazy and although I really have no right to criticize anyone for throwing around cuss words, I don't do it in a public place where there are children. 
Some of the children were theirs. I felt bad for them. 

There were also some moms with children, and it bothered me that the moms weren't moving an inch but yelling at the older girls to watch the young ones. I guess that reminded me of when I was an older sister and taking care of my brothers. I didn't really mind but looking back I realize I was given way more responsibility than I should have been given when it came to child care and not nearly enough when it came to things like...dating boys. 
I could be trusted with the lives of small human beings but not with my virginity. 

Or something like that. 

But still, the Wacissa is the Wacissa and it is cold and it is clear and it is beautiful. 

I wonder if Ron DeSantis has ever even been to the Wacissa. 

That man needs to go down to the river, smoke a big fat spliff of legal flower, and go paddle out to where there's nothing but water and sky,  turtles and fish and ancient cypress trees, herons, ospreys, and egrets. 

Well, that's what I think. 

Mr. Moon is still at Tom's and it's time for me to make some supper. I am thinking he may be bringing our dining table home tonight. Wouldn't that be something? The grass isn't going anywhere and will still be here tomorrow. Just like the dust, the mildew, the bags of green beans in the refrigerator, the ones on the vine, and hopefully...the river.

Love...Ms. Moon