Another Perfectly Sweet Day

Remember when I was so afraid that the hard freezes we got would kill the azalea buds? 
Boy, was I wrong about that. That's the view from the street in front of the house.

Here's the view from the yard out to the street.

That's one of the oak trees across the road and although it doesn't look like much in that picture, it really is magnificent, but just now starting to get its new green leaves that aren't really showing up in the photo. 

I've felt okay today. A little achy tenderness this morning, especially after I ate breakfast. Eating seems to rearrange the stone's position. But I walked down to the post office and had a nice chat with a man digging up worms. I asked him if he was going fishing and he said he surely was. He then proceeded to tell me that the bream, catfish, and bass in Lloyd creek are the biggest and best because the creek is a flowing creek and has a sandy bottom. He has no respect for lake fish as lakes have a muddy bottom. He's probably correct. I enjoyed talking to him and I told him that bream are just about my favorite fish which is absolutely the truth. 

Now. Fish. Seems like Mr. Moon created two avid fishermen when he took the boys out to the St. Marks to fish. It has been reported that the only thing Levon has wanted to do is fish since they got to their camping site and August is having a great time fishing too. 

I'm not sure what all they've caught but I know that Jessie got a nice sized flounder which is a very fine eating fish. 

Levon summed up the experience by saying, "Mom got a flounder, August got the net, Daddy killed it, and then Levon watched."

A family endeavor. 

I haven't heard anything from the other adventure travelers today but I assume they are still having a great time. I'm glad they've all had such fine weather. 

And it has been another beautiful day here, although warmer- up into the 80's and going to be even warmer tomorrow. 
Okay. Let's just say it- hotter. I think we're going to get at least one more cool spell, even dipping down into the upper 30's next week and that will be lovely. It will soon be time to put the duck away for sure. 

I did a little yard work this afternoon. I picked up another cartload of sticks (Mr. Moon is winning this stand-off without even trying) and I kicked my first real bamboo. 

That was about six inches tall. Now is the time to get serious about checking the yard every day. The stuff is easy to kick over until it gets to be about a foot and a half tall and it can reach that height in two or three days. 
I am not kidding. 

I also started doing a little cleaning up of the old kitchen yard which is just a mess. It has ALL the invasives but it also has some nice plants that I like and so I have to be careful to pull around those. 
It's just never-ending. 

The spirea is really taking off. 

That's the one by what used to be a photo lab when the former owners lived here, back when photos needed developing. Now it's packed with...uh, Glen's stuff. I think there may be a lot of fishing equipment involved. Glen's world is somewhat of a mystery to me. The garage, that shed, the Glen Den- these are his spaces and places. I only go into the garage to get something out of the freezer or if he needs my help with something. The kitchen and the library are mine, mostly, along with "my" bathroom. Hey- he has his own. He built it himself. When he wants to use the tub in my bathroom, I have to find my lotus blossom (as Lis says) about it because part of me would truly be happiest if he never crossed that threshold. There is absolutely nothing in there that I am hiding from him, but it feels like a very personal space. Everything in it is mine and mine alone. But I allow him to use the big old clawfoot tub to soak his tired body in. He deserves that. 

I guess that's all I have to say today. I am grateful for the lessening of discomfort but oddly, I don't want it to go away entirely. I want to get that stone blasted but I don't want to do it unless it's really necessary. I mean- this is a serious procedure. And I know that after it's done, I'll be passing the remaining grit which in itself hurts like hell. Not a casual undertaking in the least. 

One last picture.

One of the many small pleasures of my life. 

Love...Ms. Moon