In the yard, the plants look happy, with the occasional quick deluges of rain we've had. Everything but the three foot high baby cashew tree that I'm pretty sure a horse smashed, breaking the tree and the pole I had next to it for support. It wasn't horse proof, unfortunately. Ah well, I can't stay mad at hungry, if clumsier than me, horses. Key word, stay.
|Remember the banana pepper I brought home a couple of weeks ago? First pepper and another bloom. Oh yeah!|
|This plant is constantly making art.|
Also crossing my mind while I was sitting there. Sunday Fundays out at Dakity and missing them. Then I got word from a friend, she was feeling the same. Always on a quest to avoid the *B word, we went into action. In minutes it was load 'em up (boat stuff) and drag 'em out (the engine and oil and gas tanks and water and masks and fins...it was like taking a 2 year old to the beach). The engine started on the second pull after not being used since last August and we were away.
The sun shone. The wind blew. The water glittered. It was medicinal. It was therapy. It was Sunday Funday renewal.
|The first thing to do was find the old ground tackle and there it was!|
|The water felt chilly at first - and then bliss|
|and so were the views|
|As we were getting ready to leave there must have been six or more sailboats heading for the bay. It looked like a regatta approaching. I've never seen that many sailboats coming in at once, silently sweet!|
|There was a research boat out there as well. I have no idea what they were doing, but they looked pretty busy, so I'll have to find out another way.|
|A day before, at extremely low tide. I never see this without thinking myself into a 3 inch high person with this my homeland. Not much in the way of grassy plains though. My 3 inch self doesn't care.|
*Boredom, not Bitch, a totally acceptable 5 minute pass time or state of being