Last year I only posted three times in August. Gonna do better this time. We've got a retirement rut going here. Lots of yard work. Run to town for essentials. More yard work. Exercise. Not much adventure. Until you look closer...
We have this great little group of men and women (mostly men) that sit in a circle at the YMCA in the mornings. They will and do talk about anything. They tease any passers by - be they old or young. They share their home grown veggies. They eat up any goodies that get left on the table. They drink coffee. I love them. I am them.
My flowers and fennel have attracted the butterflies and the caterpillars are hungry! Two different varieties of swallowtail have been seen in the last two days. Both big. Both beautiful. Humming birds are drinking the nectar I put out faster than I can mix it up. (Not really.)
We've pulled up the zucchini. The tomatoes are still ripening. The peppers plants are still producing some fruit, as are the eggplant.
Last night we broke routine and met Sister Paulette for happy hour and the local summer concert. Keith and Margie. Locals know who I'm talking about. The night air was just right. Friendly moods spilled over and the vendors handed us free beer as we were leaving. Happy times.
The last bit of summer fun is being squeezed out this weekend before students have to report to school next week.
Watching the tropics. That's how we roll.
Shalom.
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