I look for this boat every time we go through the port. There's just something I love about it.
Growing our own food in Zone 9b, East Central Florida. Mixture of annual vegetables and permaculture
From there, they skimmed the hardened corpse out of the water and into the bucket. They were very concerned that Mama opted to carry it through the house to get to the garage. Their plan was to dump it over the fence into the vacant lot next door. I had to remind them how bad dead fish smells in a couple days and so they agreed to go with my plan. Afterall, Mom has plenty of experience dealing with dead things. (Long job-related history, I will spare you.) Squirrely went out later that week with the garbage. He never did smell. We never did talk about him again after we told Daddy about it that night. I guess even squirrels have Darwin Awards for those that do ridiculous stunts that get themselves killed, including skinny-dipping in a frigid pool with no exit plan. Today, I heard what sounded like a squeaker toy behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see some frolicking squirrels which reminded me that life goes on. In another couple months, there will be another crop of nut-eating rodents in my yard, oblivious to the perils of their own actions.
Here is one that stayed frozen in fear on our window for over an hour. After we got him down, he fell asleep on the side of the house for a couple hours before leaving the area. Sigh. Robin









Running definitely warmed up my body & kept me fluid. Before I knew it, I was hitting a little over 2 miles by Christmas and I finished the 9 wk program. Less than a month later, I was making 3.1 miles regularly to run a 5K race I had planned on doing with those girlfriends in March. My times were even getting better with each run (not at all to brag that I'm fast, because I am NOT).