This sweet little black-eyed susan was standing all by herself on the side of the road when I took my walk today. Despite its status as a lonely thing, it cheered me with its defiant golden stance for life.
The walk did me good even though when I got home I was as hot and red as a cayenne pepper and not hot in the good sense, either.
I saw Pinot, sitting in the shade next to the RV which is next to the house that burned down. He called out a greeting and I returned it. He is a friendly man, that Pinot. I passed No Man Lord but he appeared to be asleep in a chair, slumped over another chair. I can't imagine he sleeps well in the shit-beat RV he lives in. There are no screens and it must stay so hot in there. Right now his yard is filled with aluminum cans. There are what appear to be thousands of them and that may be true. I imagine that someone donated them to him to sort and sell. I can't think of any other purpose they might serve and Lord knows that no one person could have drunk all of the beverages they held at one time.
Here's a picture of a blooming elderberry I took.
Well, it was a fine experiment.
The peppers are not crisp either but they are far more palatable. They will go well on sandwiches, in salads, and on pizza.
The lunch was good. The little Greek salad that came with our meals was just about the best thing I've eaten in over a year that I did not cook. Such a simple thing but so good. We had falafel and chicken, hummus, rice, and dolmades. And that salad.
After lunch I visited the Publix next door. It's always a tiny adventure to go to a different Publix. Each one is very similar to all the others and yet, different too. This one had a much richer selection of Hispanic foods and a slightly different set-up than "my" Publix which is how we all refer to the one we shop at the most which of course we all know like the backs of our hands. But they are all Publix and the employees are all friendly and my check-out lady had a beautiful sleeve of ink that I could not help but admire. She also had perfect, polished nails and wore several rings and bracelets, all of them quite dainty and lady-like. This was not some biker babe, but a woman who loves decoration.
At least that's how she presented.
That man knows how to work.
Like my husband and the azaleas.