Well, Hey! I Didn't Do Anything Today!

Today surely hasn't been a picture day. It hasn't been much of an anything day, to tell you the truth. I'm embarrassed at how little I got done today. I'm serious. I did do some more garden clearing and that pretty much satisfies my need to suffer in a fairly short time so that's good. I probably pulled a hundred cherry laurel sprouts or possibly more. At least they're easy to pull. So that certainly wasn't photo-worthy. 
However, the little critter in the picture up there (and the one below) was not quite like any anole I've ever seen. Color-wise, that is. 

 I've seen anoles with stripes and I have just learned (thanks, Google!) that the stripe can indicate the little lizard is a female. OR, it could be a juvenile male. But mostly the stripes are white and although the photos don't really show it, this stripe was quite yellow which was so interesting because the anole was on the pumpkin vines which yes, are green, but there are also those vibrant yellow flowers. Supposedly the stripe does not change color for camouflage like the rest of the skin but I swear, it looked like this one's had. 
Such very, very interesting creatures. To me, at least. 

I was a little late feeding the crows and they were on the stumps eating before I got back to the porch. I sat down on the porch steps, hoping they'd let me get a picture of them which wasn't taken through the screen. And they did, but only when they were on the farthest stumps from the house. 

Those birds are going to become my friends! I swear it! They are going to come perch on my finger! Or shoulder! They are going to speak to me and call me by name, and they are going to bring me a diamond bracelet! 
Of course they aren't but it would be nice if they'd let me get a picture of them on one of the closer stumps. 
All holding diamond bracelets in their beaks. 
For me. 

Not in this lifetime, Ms. Moon. 

One of the very, very few things I did today was to patch a hole in a pair of Mr. Moon's shorts. These shorts are, well, shit beat, is the only word that truly describes them. They are his lawn mowing shorts and/or his painting shorts so, really, why does he need them patched? He claims that he doesn't want his butt hanging out and I suppose that's legit. So I sewed them up as best I could and applied a patch of purple flannel to them. The shorts are theoretically black. 
It is not my best work. But his butt will not be hanging out so goal met. 

Speaking of that man, here he is sitting in the peacock chair. 

"You look wise," I told him. 
"I am," he said. He also told me not to use that picture unless I can edit out the wound on his knee. I told him it wouldn't matter. He got it on the boat today, I think. Vikings get wounds. 

I hear it was a good day of scalloping. They got their limit on the first stop they made. Here are some pictures. Some Glen took, some Lauren took. 

Gibson and Magnolia with their haul. I'm pretty sure that the thing that's going on behind them is another person in the party diving down to look for more scallops and not a shark. 

Maggie at lunch afterwards. She needed a little table-nap. We've all been there. Scalloping is hard work. 

Handsome Gibson. 

And that's about it from me today. 

Love...Ms. Moon