Things different, things the same. Culebra.

I've been running out of time the last two days, starting my mornings where they should be started, outside instead of on the computer. And sleeping better. That combo means less blog post time. If I was really good, I'd do posts earlier, but that's not how I usually roll.

So here is what made me really, really delighted this morning. A pelican on my little bay, which I've not seen for ages. Pelicans mean a healthy, food filled body of water and I used to have dozens of them here. The absence has been glaring, with fishermen stopping at the cart to ask if the peli's have come back. One doesn't mean a comeback, but it was enough for now.

When I walked down to the other end of the yard, CWIM came along. She wasn't being companionable as much as she was keeping an eye on me because her breakfast was next on the agenda.

I have managed to foil (literally) the iguanas and keep these orchids. For now. They are the first thing I see when I walk out my door, with the water beyond them...not a bad way to start the day. Yes, I am the luckiest woman in the world. I know.

Have a sunny Sunday (oops, sorry, Chris)! Do something sensational.