The sun is shining, a stiffish breeze is blowing from the south, the temperature is hovering around 80*F, and 'the family' is foraging on the lawn. 'The family' is a mustering of eight young Florida storks, rather loosely chaperoned by an adult, who wanders nearby. They come by daily, cleaning the infestations from under our citrus trees. I've been enjoying watching their feathers change from gray/brown to white; right now they're pretty patchy looking. Bon Appetit, guys.
My appetite was soothed, around noon, by brunch at the “Hungry Hound”, a small local eatery with great specials – I had a fried grouper reuben – yum – I skipped the fries and still couldn't finish it. The Hound has a giant dog who stands out by the road and waves its dogbone to passing cars (read amazingly durable human, in giant fuzzy dog suit, standing out in the Florida sun!). The inside of that suit must have an amazing aroma.
When we arrived back home, the trash had been collected, and I stopped to pick up the containers. In one recycling bucket was a small, black viper, about 8 inches long and thick as an eyebrow pencil; the triangular head advertised the “I BITE” message, loud and clear. I carried the bucket down to the canal and dumped my least-best friend right in. He wasn't much impressed, immediately setting out for the other side. He made it, too. I half expected the resident aligator to snack on him (I wonder how that works. If an aligator swallows a venomous snake, can the snake bite the aligator's tongue?) Oh, well, I don't know the people over there. Hopefully they tolerate snakes better then I do.
This week's challenge: post a blog entry.
- Write about writing.
- Write about your day - but don't write it about you. Look for the universal. Look for the unique. Look for a new way of looking at your day.
- Write about darn near anything.