In Which I Hear What Harvey Has To Say

 Last night Mr. Moon and I texted back and forth about our respective suppers. He and the other hunter guys were eating shrimp that he'd taken all the way to Canada in a Yeti ice chest ON THE AIRPLANE! 
Y'all have no idea how crazy my husband is. But in a good way.
So while he was sending me pictures of all the different ways they were cooking shrimp, I was sending him pictures of what I was eating. Above you see the cauliflower and asparagus, neither of which are favorites of his. 

Carrots and orange bell peppers. 

Scallions.

And of course...

The tofu. There were other things that got thrown in there too like spinach and mushrooms, ginger, garlic. In fact, the only thing I really used from the recipe was the peanut sauce. 

So after I sent all these pictures to my husband he texted back, "Go ahead girl!" 
And I did. 

Here's what the temperature on my porch was this morning when I got up.

It was chilly, indeed! But perfectly lovely. 

I headed out for a walk around noon and I enjoyed the so-very blue sky and the way the green trees looked against it. There is an intensity of the colors, I think, at this time of year. 

Not a good picture but I did not care to cross through the devil's needles to get closer. I thought these were black-eyed susans but my plant app says they are swamp sunflowers which sounds about right for North Florida. 

I had an interesting encounter with Harvey. We talked for quite awhile. I saw him when I was on my way home, picking up some things from the yard where the unbelievable amount of junk is and putting them in a bucket. And then he started walking back to his place, about half a mile away or so. I caught up with him when he stopped for a break and immediately he began telling me that the people who owned that property had told him he could have what he'd taken and I absolutely believe that to be true but I think he may have been worried that I would think he'd stolen the stuff which, as far as I could tell, were some random parts of random equipment, none of which I could identify. 
Now, it's hard for me to understand Harvey. Not only does he have a very deep and pronounced patois, he also has very few teeth and there may be other things going on there that I am not sure of. But honestly, I only get about a tenth of what he says. Today he seemed to just want to talk about how he had permission to take that stuff and also, the guy who lives next door to the yard with all the stuff in it. Now the guy who lives there is someone I've spoken to several times at the post office and he has an interesting story but I feel it may be his only story. It's also a tragic story. He is gay and I guess his entire family has disconnected from him and he had a husband who was sick with AIDS. He took care of his husband until he died and now he is alone and from what I think Harvey said, he'd talked to Harvey and shown him a picture of his deceased husband and talked in great length about how his family has abandoned him because he is gay and all of this upset Harvey a great deal. 
Let us just say that Harvey is not very comfortable around men who show him pictures of their husbands. "I ain't got time for that!" he said at least five times. 
I told Harvey that I had a lot of gay folks in my family but he really did not seem to want to converse as much as he wanted to tell his story of this encounter and also, the junk he'd picked up in the yard. For a few minutes he talked about how hard it was for him and how people look down on him, but that he survives. He has not committed suicide and he is trying to get his property back together. I told him that I think he is one of the strongest people I know and that is the damn truth. Anyone who can live on a small piece of land, basically in a truck up on blocks with no electricity has to be strong. 
There was more but as I said, I could not understand a lot of it. We parted and I walked on but before we did, he said, "When I see you, I wave because that's all I have." 
Oh my god. And you know what? That is just about all he has. 
He did discuss his Lord Jesus sign with the two white flags which symbolize peace and how someone had told him he should take that down. I told him that it's his property and he can put up any sign he wants. Hell, I'd rather see that sign any day than a Trump sign. 

I wanted so very much to ask him if I could take his picture. His face is truly beautiful. But I just couldn't. I'd have to tell him that I write about him on a blog and I seriously doubt he has any idea what a blog is and I really didn't want to get all deep into that. Maybe one of these days. 

And I walked on home to my beautiful house that shelters us and gives us privacy and has beds and a kitchen with a stove and refrigerator, and electricity and a generator and bathrooms with showers and toilets and a heater and an air conditioner and a TV and computers and water that comes out of taps in four rooms of the house, not a spigot outside. 
I had a lot to think about. 

And again, the day has flown by. I cleaned the door in the kitchen, clearing it of cobwebs and polishing the glass panes in it. 

You have no idea how much better it looks now and I should be embarrassed to admit that but I am not for some reason. 

I tried to do some more clearing of the bed by the fence in the front yard but it became apparent to me in just a few minutes that I can either take a walk or I can do yard work. I cannot do both on the same day. Knees, hip, god I'm a mess. 
This depressed me more than I can say and that is all I want to say about that. 

Here's a picture that Mr. Moon sent me this morning. 

Love...Ms. Moon