Sunday, June 18, 2017

Watching the Wheels Go Round . . .

Although I feel like all I ever do is gleefully pull weeds and clear brush and slay bittersweet -- seriously, I am a bittersweet-slaying super hero -- all the photos I have are still-life. Peaceful, sedentary, non-moving, non-shoulder-wrenching sitting.

I guess it makes sense -- I mean, you can't really take photos when you're wresting snake-size bittersweet roots from the depths of the Earth -- but still. We really need to put down the lopper and pick up the camera every once in a while.

But in the meantime, according to my peaceful, sedentary, non-toiling photos, I'm just sittin' here . . .

. . . on the beach . . .

. . . hanging with Big Cac . . . 


. . .  watching the rain pour down from our bedroom window . . .

. . . at a bar.

Hey, wait, that photo reminds me of something . . . 


I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round.

I've been at it for years.

Friday, June 16, 2017

quest

It's been a mighty big week around here!

Look who arrived on my deck last Sunday:


To celebrate this guy:


And celebrate we did, and are in fact still doing. More comprehensive documentation of the visit and the celebrating will surely follow, but for now let's take a peek at our kick off activity way back a million years ago last Sunday, when we still had our innocence:

Where should I stick these probes, Beth? 
Now let me get back to the celebrating, would ya?

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Mr. Peanut

I was in the deep south last week. Southern Georgia to be more precise. I went east for a training, which was held in the lovely small town of Sylvester, Georgia, claimed to be the Peanut Capital of the World due to its peanut production. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that there was a crock-pot like device full of boiled peanuts in the gas station convenience store when I filled up - I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Or California.

Actually, though, I saw a lot more pecans than I did peanuts. There were various pecan farms dotting my 25-minute rural drive from hotel to training site each morning. But I opted for the easier mega Adock Pecans joint in Tifton to peruse my pecans, and wow, they didn't disappoint. Truckloads of pecans was right.


My people ended up with less than a handful. But if you've got peaches and pecans, you've got a little slice of Southern Georgia.


Because I am who I am, these are the only two photos I took all week. No lovely countryside, no smiling faces of my fellow trainees, no evidence of the amazing crab cakes or catfish or lightly fried green beans I ordered. You'll just have to trust me that it was all quite lovely, and a nice change of pace from chaotic Southern California. I don't know if I could live there, but I would happily go back to visit. And the next time I do, I'm going to see me the world's largest peanut....