Waking up rained in feels like yippee! can't go to school day. Of course, the rain will stop and choices will open up again, choices and life demands, but for a little while after waking, I could almost hear the ring of a rotary dialed bakelite phone, with my Dad calling me back saying it was okay to stay home. Delicious.
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.
This orchid...yes.
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.
