Well, it's another Friday evening in Lloyd and I realized a few moments ago that I have not talked to a soul today. Not with my voice, anyway.
Do I mind?
Gosh. No.
I've probably said a few words to Jack. I don't think I've seen Maurice all day which is a little troubling. I'm sure she's around here somewhere.
Here's a picture that Mr. Moon sent me this morning.
Canada Geese and sunset. Not bad.
He sent another picture. This one is his annual shot of his favorite vegetables served by the woman who does a lot of the cooking for them up at the hunting camp.
Really? They are not his favorite vegetables. He would probably die of a vitamin deficiency before he ate a serving of peas and carrots. Meanwhile, I've had a nice little bowl of peas two nights in a row.
The folks who attend the Holy Ghost Revival Center next door are starting to arrive. Since doors and windows are open, I'll be able to hear their music which is nothing at all like the music that the staid methodists who used to meet there played and sang. This is another thing I love about where I live. I can hear glory being sung next door if the weather's right.
This has been another day of wondering what in hell I did all day. I swear, I get up at a reasonable hour of the morning and I piddle around doing this and doing that and next thing I know, it's four o'clock in the afternoon! It's like time becomes a slippery eel that slithers right through my fingers.
Here's one thing I had to attend to today.
Here's one thing I had to attend to today.
I pulled my favorite overalls out of the dryer to discover that.
Sigh.
Whoever invented that sort of loop for overalls should be- well, punished severely. They just don't work. For long, at least.
So I did a little replacement job although to be honest, I didn't finish it. First off, it took me at least fifteen minutes to find something on one of the hundreds of channels we get that I wanted to watch. I ended up with my default which is "Call The Midwife."
But before I finished stitching the strap back together it was 4:30 which is time to play piano. My schedule is very important.
Sigh.
Whoever invented that sort of loop for overalls should be- well, punished severely. They just don't work. For long, at least.
So I did a little replacement job although to be honest, I didn't finish it. First off, it took me at least fifteen minutes to find something on one of the hundreds of channels we get that I wanted to watch. I ended up with my default which is "Call The Midwife."
But before I finished stitching the strap back together it was 4:30 which is time to play piano. My schedule is very important.
I did some weeding in the garden. Things are coming along. Not only did we get that rain night before last, but we got a little bit this morning too. The garden cart rain gauge said that it was a decent amount.
You could keep a couple of minnows alive in that for some time.
Everything I've planted has come up. Here are a few of them.
Carrots.
The mustard greens which have already gotten bigger than the arugula which came up days before. I tasted a little sample of one of the leaves and it is spicy and bitey and lovely.
It was also a little gritty but that's to be expected.
The collard plants we put in are looking terrific and happy. I had to take a picture of a leaf with rain drops bejeweling it.
While I weeded, I was listening to the end of a book that I enjoyed very much. It's not a great work of literature but it's not crap either.
Randy Wayne White is definitely what you'd call a Florida writer. Sort of like Carl Hiaasen. He wrote a thirty-year long series of books with a main character called Doc Ford. This one is only the third in the series and was written in 1993. There are some excellent characters in it, mostly old Florida guys who grew up in the Everglades, or close to it, before there were any sugar farms or roads or developments or air conditioning or, Disney World, or, well, laws. The people who lived in that area then hunted and sold cattle, fished, made their own 'shine, knew the Thousand Islands by heart, and never once thought that the immense (to them) areas of jungle, oak flats, palmetto scrub, Indian mounds, mangrove swamps, trails, and the intricate channels through the rivers of grass would ever be developed or paved over or drained or poisoned. Whose incomprehension concerning those things actually contributed to them.
So yeah. I recommend it but like I said- it's not great lit and it's thirty years old so a few things have changed, but unfortunately, a lot of things haven't.
So yeah. I recommend it but like I said- it's not great lit and it's thirty years old so a few things have changed, but unfortunately, a lot of things haven't.
So yes, another Friday. Clean sheets and martinis to mark it. I know that Mr. Moon fancies himself the best maker of martinis and he may be but my skills are adequate. Maurice has shown up and asked me to scratch her back down near her tail which of course I did. I also gave her some Temptations which she loves.
These Brazilian Plume Flowers are going all crazy in the camellia bed. Or should I say, camellia jungle? Like every other part of this yard, it needs a thorough weeding and pulling of invasive plants but, oh well, tomorrow is another day. And you know what? When I'm on my death bed, this yard will still be out of control and that's the damn truth.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon
I can go for days without speaking to a soul...unless I faithfully do my 3X per week gym or go to grocery store, otherwise...we have no more pets to talk to (sad) and I'm good with silence other than the birds, bees and butterflies! Have to investigate Randy Wayne White...... have read all of Carl Hiaasen's books....but not Randy. Oh, got mess. today that my *request* for B. Kingsolvers *Demon Copperhead* is now available for me (after 3 mo).....so library for p/up will be on tap for me next week. Enjoy your martini and clean sheets....and pick those plume flowers.....and enjoy your piano!
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and those look like frozen peas and carrots! Which I would not prefer to eat either...unless they are inside an old fashioned tuna/noodle casserole. LOL! Would love me one of those!
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I am sure those were frozen peas and carrots. Glen hates cooked carrots probably as much as he hates peas.
DeleteGlad that Demon Copperhead finally came in! I listened to it but it is definitely worth reading with your eyes.
If you like Hiaasen, you may like White. They write about different parts of Florida but many overlapping issues.
Not unusual for me to not say anything for days. It's fine! Your garden amazes me, since mine's going to sleep now.
ReplyDeleteAs I've probably said a billion times, our fall/winter garden is the best garden of the year.
DeleteIf I didn't go to dinner five nights a week, I'd go the entire week speaking with no one. Like I used to be. My cat doesn't come home for treats, since she lives here. I have to limit her to six nibbles a day; her belly is beginning to sag.
ReplyDeleteCat probably doesn't get a lot of exercise, does she? Maurice gets in a lot with her daily fights defending the property, and so forth. Jack is a much chunkier cat. Built for comfort, not for speed.
DeleteThat is a glorious picture. Those colours!! I am glad Mr Moon is having a great time (peas and carrots notwithstanding) and that you are keeping your routines going.
ReplyDeleteIs Thousand Island dressing named after your thousand islands (which I have only just heard of and will need to go and google).
Give Maurice a scritch from me.
I googled that question and no, it's not our thousand islands.
Delete"History. According to The Oxford Companion to American Food and Drink, the dressing's name comes from the Thousand Islands region, along the upper St. Lawrence River between the United States and Canada."
And now we both know!
And I just looked up Florida's Thousand Islands and I had it wrong. We have Ten Thousand Islands! Whoa!
DeleteThat gorgeous sunset and the Canadian geese ... what a great picture!
ReplyDeletePeas and carrots are not my favorite either ... as a combo! I love petite peas on their own or in soup. Same with the carrots!
That is a very fine picture, isn't it?
DeleteAnd I am totally with you about the peas and carrots. I like them both but somehow, mixed together on their own, they are not great.
I sometimes go days without speaking to anyone, and I've never minded. That subset is gorgeous and I can tolerate the pea and carrot combo. Enjoy your clean sheets!
ReplyDeleteOh, I did indeed enjoy my clean sheets!
DeleteThat sunser sure is fiery. I knew Maurice would turn up. The book sounds interesting, I may have to see if I can find a few. I like Carl Hiaasen too and had quite a few a while ago, but I guess the kids have borrowed them because I only have two left.
ReplyDeleteIt is a RED sunset, isn't it?
DeleteLike I said to Susan M., if you like Hiaasen you might like White. They are different and write about different areas in Florida but they have overlapping subjects. Mostly the destruction of this state.
My first thought when I saw those veggies was "oh yuck" so maybe Mr. Moon is just taking the mickey! And I've been really lazy the last few days too - haven't even been online - but maybe it's cyclical (or maybe it's the rain). Who knows!
ReplyDeleteNope. He truly hates both cooked carrots AND peas. Whenever I cook carrots, I give him a microbite. I keep telling him that one day his taste will change. I'm beginning to doubt that.
DeleteThe garden cart could be home to more than a couple of minnows. Perhaps a dirty great pike fish and a shoal of piranhas.
ReplyDeleteHow many piranhas make up a shoal?
DeleteEighteen (minimum)
DeleteWell, there's a thought to ponder. You're out there weeding and neatening, and Mother Nature is standing in the brush, hidden, waiting for you to die so that she can get out there and get to work.
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty much how I envision it.
DeleteAlone time is essential! You are making time disappear- I am as well…it just goes. I have been in London already for a month and eight days… holy cow, I just arrived, stop the damned clock! Thinking of youxxxooo
ReplyDeleteYes! I am definitely burning up time. I can't believe you've been in London that long! Golly goodness! I sure have been thinking of you, too, loving your pictures.
DeleteLove that gorgeous sunset! Amazing color!
ReplyDeleteI talk out loud to myself all of the time so I didn't need others around to talk to! :)
Heh-heh. I guess I maybe do the same.
DeleteI've probably told you this before, but my babysitter used to grow those Brazilian plumes when I was a kid. She called them Jacobina, which is maybe the Latin name? Anyway, that's how I always think of them.
ReplyDeleteI love days when I don't talk to anyone, though they are few and far between. I can't remember the last time I had one! Maybe when Dave was gone during the summer?
Oh, and yes, I laughed at Mr. Moon's photo of his delectable vegetables, knowing how he feels about peas. :)
DeleteYes! Jacobina is another name for them. Their scientific name is Justicia Carnea.
DeleteI do not mind not talking to anyone in the least. I think it's good for us. At least once in awhile.
Glen feels the same way about carrots as he does peas.
There is no reason to eat peas and carrrots.
ReplyDeleteI like both of those but not together in one bowl, thank you very much.
DeleteAlone time is restoration time. Puttering around, doing this and that, is not nothing. The brain and the heart are working, healing. I love days like this. Mr. Moon's photo is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI tell you- I do cherish these days. I really do. I am never so relaxed as when alone.
Deletealone, not speaking to another person...sounds like heaven to me. I like those brazilian plume flowers.
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