Living In Lloyd Ain't So Bad

I slept in this morning and as you can see, Maurice slothed it up longer than I did. Eventually she managed to arise and of course she wanted her morning treat which is usually about ten Temptations but this morning I gave her a little bit of what Mark had bought for her when we were gone which is something called a "lickable treat" that comes in a pouch and is squeezed out. It's like really thick gravy or a paste or something. I have no idea how much Mark gave her but I only gave her about half a tablespoon and boy, did she love it. 
Yes. Yes she did. Mark probably put it ON her Temptations but I am not as sweet as he is. 

I really didn't get much of anything done today but I feel no shame. None whatsoever. Of course I hung the bed linens on the line after washing them because it's been a beautiful day and I do enjoy that. Both the doing of it and the results.

Perfect drying on the line day. 

I spent a little bit of time in the garden. I knew I was going to Tallahassee at some point to pick up my hormones. Every time I write or say that word I think of Ninny (Jessica Tandy) in "Fried Green Tomatoes" telling Evelyn (Kathy Bates), "Honey, you just need you some hormones!" What a great book by Fannie Flag and what a great movie. If you're in a book club and y'all haven't read that one, I can't think of a better choice.
So knowing I was going to town I didn't start any projects but when I called to see if my prescription was ready the woman who answered said, "Yes, but it's not REALLY going to be ready until later in the afternoon."
Say what? 
"About how late in the afternoon?" I asked. 
"Oh, definitely by four."
Well, hell. 
I then planned to go do some more clearing out of crocosmia choked beds but before I got to that, I got a text from the pharmacy saying that my prescription was ready for pick-up. Could we get a little communication here? I needed to eat lunch first and oh, you know how these things go. 

I stopped by Publix on my way home from that little chore and got myself some salmon (Honey, you just need you some salmon!) and when I got home I shelled the overly mature snow peas I'd picked this morning. I really had no idea if the peas of the snow peas would be fit to eat but they are indeed quite sweet. It took me at least twenty minutes to shell them and this is the entire haul. 

Plenty for one serving. 
And by the way, that is one of my favorite little bowls. I have two. If the thrift store where I bought them had had ten of them, I would have bought every one. So I'm going to cook those peas and also some of our scabby potatoes and make a nice little white sauce to go on them and I'll cook my salmon with lemon juice and dill which is the way I like it. Simple and to the point. 

Mr. Moon decided to head to the coast to help his friend work on his trolling motor tonight instead of getting up early tomorrow to make the drive. I talked to him and he said that he needs to get back into floor-laying-shape condition because he is tired. He sounded rather merry though. 

I took a few pictures when I was in the garden this morning. 

I got all the way down on the ground to take this baby eggplant's picture. It's not as big as the end of my thumb. I think it's pretty though. 

The black cherry tomatoes are blowing me away. I just think they're beautiful. I have yet to eat a ripe one. How do I know when they're ripe? 

And of course, a stroll in the garden would not be complete without my orange familiar.

I think she really likes the pine straw mulch I put down yesterday. She dug around in it a little while and made a little wallowed-out nest. I wonder if she likes the smell of it?

My magnolia tree finally gave me a bloom close enough for me to pick and I did. It had already started its evening closing but was still open enough to show me its complex and fascinating reproductive parts. 

I put it in a vase on the hallway vanity altar. 

And this is what it looks like now, having closed its eyes and pulled its covers up for the night. 

It will open back up tomorrow and will be finished with this cold, cruel world in another day or so. While it's still here though, I will be able to catch its scent every time I walk past it. I just read online that the magnolia grandiflora flower is one of the oldest forms of flowers still alive and the article went on to describe a bunch of technical stuff about the botanical purposes of it all but I don't really want to know that. It's a magic flower and that's enough for me. 

Having made up the bed with the clean sheets and the freshly washed cotton muslin gauze blanket, the whole room now smells of that ineffable element of breezes which have traveled through green leaves after being heated by the sun. 

If I were a real photographer I would have taken that fan out of the frame and probably the Tums container too. I can't remember the last time I took a Tums in the middle of the night but it's there if I want it while the fan is used every night of the year, no matter the temperature. Dead of winter? 
Fan on, baby. 

Okay. So clean sheets checked off the list. Martini? 
You bet. 

I'm going to go cook some peas and potatoes and salmon. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon