I was playing around with the camera, thinking about PHFR while composing my shot. I brought over my crazy orchid that has two totally different blossoms on one stem – pretty. I brought over my martini with the new olives I adore in it – smoked olives in Chardonnay, yum! – real. I caught a nice sun flare in the pictures – happy. And then my silly little pooch had to come investigating and inserted herself right into the photo trying to sneak a sip of my martini! Ms Funny Pants. 🙂
For years as a youth I received the most fascinating catalog in the mail and recently I discovered that they are still around and still just as intriguing. J. Peterman maintains that people want things that are hard to find. Things that have romance, but a factual romance, about them. Things that are made to be truly better than the ordinary.
I’m approaching you warily. After so many, many years on this island I know about August, the most difficult month of the year. Only comparable to February in northern climes; that shortest, longest month of the year, spent with fingers and noses pressed against windows longing to be anywhere but where your feet are planted. Hello August. I offer a flower, a plumeria, redolent of velvet thick heat, dark nights sprinkled with stars, heat lightning over water. Look graciously on me as I pass through each long allotted hour, one after another after another, strung like beads of topaz, clear golden fire.
Because I can think of no better way to jump back into blogging after an unexpected break than to scare everyone with a bug photo.
Gulf Fritillary Caterpillar
But it is a really cool bug, isn’t it? I even know what it is, the Gulf Fritillary Caterpillar. So now that I’ve shared my proud nature moment of the day, tell me. How is spring in your neck of the woods?
I got 4 super nice, long and chatty letters mailed out to people in the service. Can’t say soldiers in the sandbox anymore like on my sidebar, I pulled a Navy guy on a ship that just pulled into Japan after the whole earthquake/tsunami/nuclear issues. (That reminds me, I need to rework that sidebar list…) and speaking of the military, would you like to hear something funny?
This is only funny is you actually know me. I am now a member of the Civil Air Patrol and as such I’ll have the distinct pleasure of wearing a uniform.
Now that all my blood relatives have wiped the tears from their eyes and caught their breaths again maybe I can explain. I haven’t worn anything resembling a uniform since I left Saint Pius the X in the 4th grade unless you count the bikini plus sundress that I live in in the summer and I’m the most un-military girl you’ve seen in your entire life. I admire and will do most anything to support our troops (see above letters) but I tend to also be the most confused girl regarding military stuff that you’ve ever seen. Years and years ago I decided that ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’ works perfectly well for any person that I’d ever come across in military duds and for 16 years it has. Now I have to actually figure out how to read a uniform. Wow. And my uniform involves hose. Can you believe it?
I got several emails asking about my Communist motorcycle comment in yesterday’s post. Here’s the best picture I can dig up of it today so just ignore me. I’d just gotten in from a Khaki Ball and we realized we hadn’t taken a picture of the dress so there I am in all my windblown glory. Anyway, we call it Hal’s Communist Motorcycle because it is a Chang Jiang (or CJ) he picked up in China. The Chinese stole the molds from the Russians during a war (WWII, I think?). The last time we took it out we pulled up to a hotel to pick up a friend and a pile of Chinese came tumbling out of a bus and surrounded us, so very excited! The Chinese writing on it is truly Chinese unlike most tattoos. In fact, we had to have all the paperwork translated before it could be registered in the USA. We ate so much Chinese food trying to find someone who read the same dialect I’m just now tolerating Egg Drop soup again. 😉
I am surrounded by snakes this spring. They all love to sit on my doormats because of the black rubbery edging. It seems like I’m forever throwing open a door and leaping over a black snake I hadn’t seen because he’s black. Sitting on a black edged mat. In the sun.
Uggh. So now I know for certain how big they are because one left this 30″ snakeskin in my front yard yesterday. Uggh again but at least it isn’t a Boa. Those can stay in the Upper Keys, thank you very much!
Green on Monday, Green on Tuesday, the yarn for the sweater was green on Wednesday, so what is up for today?
How about combining the beginning of the week with the middle? Foliage and yarn?
Happy Gardenia Bud
This is my gardenia, Mom always had gardenias when I was a child so when I spied this one in Albertson’s this cold January I had to grab it. It was, of course, in bloom then and then it promptly stopped as so many store bought flowers have a tendency to do. But as I was watering this morning I caught a glimpse of a new bud! Yay! Nothing smells quite like a gardenia!
Now, on to the yarn portion…
Having just a tad bit of that green corn silk left, I’ve been browsing around looking for something small and fun to knit up with the remnants and I think I found it! What do ya’ll think of this offering from Spud & Chloe? Perfect in a spring-like, gardening, green way, right? Ribbit, ribbit!
Yay! My orchids are in full on bloom-bloom-bloom-ville! Just look at the utter gorgeousness. And, for you photo freaks, (you know who you are… Hal. and Sarge. and probably Dad!) these are all SOOC too. No cropping or playing with highlights, shadows, etc… etc…
1. Yellow Shadows
So I was trying to take a shower today, trying, because our shower apparently has no connection at all between the water that pours out of the bath faucet and the water that pours out of the shower head and so you have two easy options and one hard for shower time. All hot, all cold or stand there at the back of the tub alternately searing your feet and soothing them with ice water. This only happens in Spring (3 weeks long) and Fall (4 weeks long). The rest of the time it is either Winter (5 weeks long) and the shower is set to full on HOT or Summer (nearly neverending) and COLD is the only option.
2. Picot Purple
At last I had it adjusted so I could get more than my ankles and kneecaps wet and started to wash my hair la-la-la… but the shampoo wouldn’t suds. Now before you think this is some joke about lack of coffee resulting in me grabbing the conditioner joke, no, this has been going on for quite some time and this bottle is the 3rd style of shampoo I’ve tried. No suds again! So I washed my hair twice, thinking, well, it must’ve been really dirty and still no suds!
3. Pale Yellow
Later that day I was driving off post and saw on the marquee that we are under water restrictions again and at last, at last! the mystery was solved.
4. Pale Pink
Whenever the Florida Keys go onto water restrictions the water district starts cutting our fresh water with salt. They can add up to 10% without telling anybody that they’re drinking diluted seawater. Every single time this has happened it screws my soaps up and actually, it just occurred to me as I was typing this that even my current body soap hasn’t been as bubbly as normal too!
5. Passionate Purple
Arrgh! Island living has some draw backs occasionally! So to console me and take my mind off this tiny little rock (2×4 mi, baby!) shall we try a poll? I’ve never run a poll before! Oooh, learning something new on a Tuesday!
6. Bodacious Buds
Which photograph do you personally think is the best? And I’d love it if you’d tell me why in the comments, if you have a moment, too!