|By the time I slog through this to get to the chickens, slip sliding in my sandals, I'm either cursing or laughing. Pretty much the same thing.|
|How much has it rained? Fungi on the tree stump under the orchid how much.|
|This is spectacular grass. And when the crepe myrtle blossoms rain onto it...ahhhhhh.|
|A bird bath. See the feather?|
|Ok, the breeze shifted things, see it now? Rain art. More rain art.|
|Simple is never really simple here. This intricate window set into concrete blocks...Culebra!|
|Down at the public dock, one of the island artists was painting.|
|Birds were like teens cruising Main Street on a Friday night, looking to score.|
|Moon, rain, fish weather!|
|2 points for Name This Man|
|Some more glorious mangoes|
And now the rain has taken a break, so mud slogging I must go. A cat and chickens await a late breakfast.
Have a warmed Wednesday. Do something whistling.