So Many Pictures

Spirea, camellias, azaleas. 
Okay, Spring. You're just showing off now. 

Don't stop! Please don't stop!

Tung blossom. Now, according to everything I've read, one tung seed can kill a person if ingested and the entire tree is toxic if humans are exposed to the different parts. However, as I told Glen a little while ago, I have never once heard of anyone dying by tung seed, neither human nor animal. I used to worry a bit as my chickens pecked under that tree frequently but none of them ever keeled over. Or even got bad tummies as far as I know. 

I had more insomnia last night. 
This will not stand. 
I didn't even have any itches to blame it on. I simply could not get back to sleep. Eventually, I did, but there was at least an hour of time where I just laid there playing alphabet games in my head. 
And I did not feel great when I woke up. I almost wondered if I was coming down with whatever Mr. Moon had. But when he asked if I wanted to go to town with him to shop at Oak Tree Treasures while he delved into a Moon Plaza situation involving trash pick-up and then have lunch, I said, "Yes. I think so."
And so I did. 
Hank and Rachel joined us at Oak Tree. They live less than a mile away. And it was SO fun, shopping about with them. Rachel and I had a very good time, holding up garments and commenting on them. Not always in flattering terms. 
Well, what would you expect? 
And hanging out with Hank and discussing different finds is also just a damn good time. 
I did not find any clothing I wanted or needed but I did find a rocking chair that yes, I do believe I wanted and needed. Rachel (I think) took this picture of me sitting in it. 

It was the sweetest little old granny rocking chair you can imagine. And that did come home with me. It is now in my bathroom because I love my bathroom and I love to put things I love in there. 

I believe it will probably end up on the porch at the cabin. 
Maybe. As for now, I may or I may not sit in it in the bathroom. I did try it out there, curious as to what I would be looking at when I did, and it was rather nice. 

I also bought these. 

They are plates of the salad or side-sized or luncheon-sized and I have been looking for more of those. I really like the way they are painted. 

All different and yet definitely of a set. I didn't Google Lens them until after I got home. They were priced so reasonably and I liked them so much that their value was obvious to me. When I did look them up, I discovered that they are vintage, collectible, and far more valuable than what I paid for them. I mean, not hundreds of dollars, but perhaps thirties of dollars. 

But the main thing is, I bought them because I liked them and that was that. I just won't be putting them in the dishwasher, knowing what I now know. 

So that was a very sweet shopping trip and being with Hank and Rachel was absolutely perfect. 

Glen and I had lunch after that. Once again, it was way late and once again, we ended up at the Cuban restaurant. My favorite server took care of us and I told Glen, sotto voce, "I love her."
"I know," he said. 
I never joke around with this server whose name is Jessi, as I am sure I have mentioned. She is too professional for that mess. She is friendly and polite and knows what she's doing and I have absolutely no illusions that she wants to be my friend. 

And then, back to my mission to find a Mexican basil, we returned to Native Nurseries where I was hoping they'd had some come in but they had not. 
Sigh. 
Oh well. Other things were bought. 

Just a few more herbs and vegetables and...

This kalanchoe commonly called Miracle Plant. 
I know nothing about miracles this plant can do but if you click on the link, you will find that it can CURE EVERYTHING.
Oh well. Sure. 
The reason I wanted it is that it used to grow in the woods in Roseland and I was fascinated by the blooms it made. I assume they were blooms. I'm not sure. They looked like this.

And you could pop them, which we did. We were not only entertained, we also recognized uniqueness when we saw it. 

It needs to go into a pot because it is not freeze hardy but it surely makes me happy to have it in a pot or in the ground, either one. I have been looking for one to dig up in Roseland but have not seen one. Perhaps all the popping of their blooms we did may have killed them all. They could still be there somewhere but I am not one to trespass on privately owned property to look for plants to dig up. 
Unless I'm sure I can't be caught. 

Dang. I have to go make supper. Air-fried catfish tonight. Caught in Lake Seminole by Mr. Moon. 
He will be so happy. 

Love...Ms. Moon