I haven’t got a clue how this photo happened, I’m just glad it did. Made me think of that Rolling Stones song, She’s a Rainbow.
“She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors”
Note, I know there isn’t any way for me to tell if the bird above is male or female, just exercising a little poetic license.
I noticed this old hitching post when I walked to get my first COVID vaccination during my lunch break on Tuesday. On my way back to work, I spotted this other equine in a window.
It seems as though the two (one historic and one mythic) are destined to gaze longingly at each other across the parking lot. Separated by time and space…
And yes, I did look around for Pegasus, but no such luck.
A couple weeks ago, I popped into Goodwill on my way home from work. I’ve been a thrifter for decades, those stores can be a big help for a woman with a tight budget.
As I wandered through the household section I passed a man who was clearly homeless. He had that disheveled appearance; thin with long, uncombed hair, soiled and ragged clothes, and worn out shoes. His only possession? A blanket tossed over his shoulder.
I didn’t pay much more attention to him until we both hit the checkout lines at the same time. I finished signing my credit card receipt and looked over to see the cashier ringing up his purchase.
What I saw took me by surprise, he wasn’t buying shoes or the clothes that he desperately needed. No, instead he was buying two hard cover books. Of all things. He didn’t even have a backpack to carry them in.
That hit me hard, so I tapped the cashier on the shoulder (yes, violating social distancing, I know) and handed her my card. I told him to keep the money that he had crumpled in his hand.
I didn’t want to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable and I doubt I’ll ever see him again, but I really would’ve liked to have known his story. Because there’s definitely a story there…
On my return trips from the beach I like to stroll through a quiet, bayside neighborhood. Growing near the curb at one of the homes is this lovely banana tree.
Since the house is currently vacant, and I am loathe to see things go to waste, I often pluck myself a ripe berry from the bunch. No, that was not a typo, I called a banana a berry. Though we tend to not eat the thick (though pliable) skin, it is edible. Coupled with the fact that the small seeds are nestled inside the flesh it qualifies as a berry, botanically speaking.
The flesh of this banana variety is creamy with a mellow vanilla flavor. I always take the peel home for proper disposal, mindful of an incident from my father’s side of the family.
My aunt had a newspaper clipping in her scrapbook printed by a small town Illinois paper over 80 years ago. A scant three lines long, the article lamented the death of man (their great uncle, if I recall correctly) who met his demise by slipping on a banana peel.
With so few details I cannot verify the veracity of this story but a part of me wants it to be true. What a unique way to go…
Several of the town names along this stretch of coast pay homage to this gorgeous area. To the north are Clearwater and Belleair (French for beautiful air) Shore while to the south is Tierra Verde (Spanish for green earth). They aren’t wrong.
During my college years, there was a station in Tucson that played silly songs from previous decades on a certain night of the week. That station is long gone but I still remember some of those ridiculous ditties.
As you may have noticed, I am fond of word play. I find it rather titillating (in the non-erotic sense of the word – sheesh, people).
Since I live by the water I thought I’d share this modern sea shanty. It is just teeming with eye-rolling innuendos and, in my humble opinion, everyone needs to hear this at least once.
\ A ray from the sun, lines in the sky, the tilt of the sails, the edge of the horizon, and the cut of the concrete created a geometric masterpiece yesterday afternoon. /
My favorite beach spot shows me something different every, single day!
My afternoon plan: Absolutely nothing but beach!
I will admit that as much as I love the beautiful, white sandy beaches and the sparkling, clear blue-green water of this part of the Gulf of Mexico, I do lament the dearth of beachcombing.
While the amount of trash strewn along the shores of the Texas Gulf Coast is sickening, the potential for fun finds was off the charts! Many of my faves were in the magical sea bean category.
The largest and most exciting were the Sea Hearts; seeds that originated in the Amazon jungle (floating down the Amazon River, out into the Atlantic Ocean, getting swept up into the Gulf before finally landing on a Texas beach (a journey of a paltry 3,500+ miles).
Even though there were others more eye catching, the little Gray Nickerbean (Caesalpinia bonduc) was my second most favorite find. Perhaps because they were so smooth and tiny?
Their large and spiky seed pods recently caught my eye and sent me on a voyage of discovery. There’s always something new and interesting for me to learn!
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