I Appear To Be In A Funk

See the bee having her way with the beautiful camellia? There was another bee in the top flower when I stepped up to see them closely but she decided to be shy and fly away. 

The weather could not make up its mind today. At first it was simply dreary. Gray again but much warmer. Rain had been forecast but it was not raining. Then, slowly, the clouds cleared, the sun came out, and the sky was blue once again. And then that whole pattern pretty much repeated itself all day. At one point when I was out doing a little yard work, I felt the lightest mist of rain. It was so light that I wondered if perhaps a bird was on a branch above me, peeing down from a great height. And the sky looked like this. 

Excuse me, sky gods? My skin did not even get any damper because I was already sweating. It got up to 78° today. When I got back from my walk (two days in a row, y'all!) I was hot enough to plug in the fan on my back porch. I didn't walk as far as I did yesterday. I just could not. It's strange to have lost so much ground in my fitness. Not only did I stop doing it regularly for too long, I am also older which absolutely makes things different. I am no spring chicken of sixty-five anymore. I was determined to get some outside work done this afternoon and I did, but could only manage a little over an hour. My legs and my lower back were not having it. But I got a few small spaces cleared of dead lilies and betony, or rattlesnake weed, as we sometimes call it. Go ahead and google betony and you will find websites about growing it as an herbal addition to your garden and also websites from the south on how to try and keep it at bay in your yard. 
There are plants that just do way too well here. 
Kudzu for example. Kudzu was introduced from Japan as an ornamental and was then planted for erosion control all over the south. Now it is quite fondly (haha!) known as the plant that ate the south because of situations like this. 

Seriously- just drive through Georgia and the Carolinas and see for yourself. Florida too, of course. I hear it's spreading all the way to Oregon at this point. It may one day be known as the plant that ate the continental United States.

Okay. I'm wandering here. Wandering and meandering and going down side roads, back roads, and dirt roads. 

Mr. Moon was getting ready to go to the gym this morning when he got a phone call from a friend asking if he wanted to go fishing right that minute. Well you know damn well he did. He got out of his gym clothes and into his fishing clothes in one red-hot second, grabbed his fishing poles and took off. He was the happiest man in the world. He just got home a little while ago. It was a very low key Wacissa River trip with his friend and the friend's elderly father-in-law. But he had a good time. Of course he never ate lunch and was starving by the time he got home. I don't know why but it makes me crazy when that man forgets that he needs to eat. He's one of those people who will do that, although it seems absolutely impossible to me, and then he's suddenly starving, feeling sick, and a little bit on edge. So he had some leftovers which will tide him over to supper. 

Those frog birds are making their whistling calls quite enthusiastically, a veritable merry chorus of them. I think it is their please-come-rain song. Maurice has just come to check on me. I am not sure what's going on right now but both she and Jack have been crazy affectionate lately. 

And as you may be able to see, the moisture under my laptop screen has almost completely disappeared. I sure dodged a bullet on that situation. 

I'll try to do something more interesting tomorrow. I promise. And if I don't, I'll make something up. 
Not really.

Love...Ms. Moon