Yesterday And Today

And if this isn't a fine place to have your morning coffee, I'd like to know what is. Flo(Mingo) is a presence in the lion pool and she cheerfully sails about, visiting one lion after another, gracing the turquoise water with her grace and cheerfulness. 

Oh wait. Perhaps there IS another place. The secret garden, as I call it, where the bamboo knocks and squeaks in the breeze and grows so far up into the sky that you have to crane your neck. 

 It has been a perfectly lovely day. 

We went to breakfast at our favorite place in Sebastian where the food is excellent, the people watching even better. People who, from their accents as they talk on their phones, are obviously not from HERE but who I suppose have retired here. Gussied-up ladies with major hair-dos and bright polyester tunics, men wearing golf duds, mothers with children and grandmothers along to help. We sat outside in an area that was all citrus groves when I was a child. 
No longer. But a restaurant with outdoor seating is not the worst thing that could happen there. 

Necklaces of white ibis in the back of the restaurant. 

After that, which was far more brunch than breakfast, we went to a thrift store where I've bought treasures before but it is so small, so filled with things, that just walking in creates an anxiety situation all on its own. I did manage to buy a beautiful (in my opinion) wooden salad bowl for $4.99 so the stress was worth it. 

And then we went to the Goodwill after we drove down the river road so I could take in the places that have changed, the places that have stayed the same. "Uugh," I say as we pass the mini mansions that are built on what used to be more groves and jungle. "You know those people aren't here for two weeks a year."

I hate them. I admit it. 

Meanwhile, the old fish houses, the bait shops are gone, no longer able to pay the taxes because of the insane gentrification. 
Well. 

We went to the Goodwill by Publix and it is the best Goodwill. There are plenty of rich people (at least one perk of their being here) who donate and so it is truly a pleasure to look through the shelves, the racks. I bought a basket, I bought four martini glasses, I bought four beautiful napkins, and I got a blouse. 
I will be returning.

We came back to the cabana house where we got into the pool but because we are such thin-blooded southerners, the water felt so cold to us that we did not spend much time in it. 
We're crazy. We know it. As I told Glen, if a Minnesotan had dipped a toe into the pool, they would have said, "This is warmer than my bath water." We, however, swam the length, huddled in the sunlit part, swam back, and got out. 
Good enough! 

And then there was a nap and then there was...

Goodwill martini glasses, ninety-nine cents apiece. A sunset in each one. Glen took that picture.

Now we've ordered take out from my favorite Thai restaurant and the man has gone to pick it up. 

New moon and a palm tree. 

Also...

Brad! The resident peacock. I gave him some grapes but what he really wanted was the food his dads give him. Unfortunately, they are out of town for the moment but I suppose they forgot to tell him as he went to their back door and pecked on the glass to get their attention. 
Poor bird. 

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And that was yesterday. I never got around to publishing so I'll do that now. It is our real true anniversary and we have no plans. I believe the Ocean Grill will be involved and that means a trip to Vero. Whether he go for dinner tonight or lunch today, it is all good with me. The Ocean Grill is one place where I'll never turn down a cocktail at the bar overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, so close that sometimes it washes the sand right up to the pilings. And yet it has withstood a million hurricanes. 

All good from here.

Love...Ms. Moon