Peak July

Colin's airstrip shots continue to amaze me. I admit to cropping and brightening this one because the composition was so good. The original was dim with atmospheric haze. Smoke, humidity. Ick. 

My Swedish Ivy is in some weird summer frolic mode. The leaves are thick and look like they would be good in a salad. So far, the only thing blooming is morning glories.  I'm worried that I let old Mother Lavender and Thyme go too long, hoping for rain. I gave them a good top dressing of potting soil and a few gallons of water. 

My neighborhood is experiencing a strange turnover. Deaths, displacements? Joyce's house across the street remains empty. Someone stole her flag before I could. The house next door has reverted to its corporate sterility. Keith finally took his bass boat out of the driveway, and Bailey misses his hangout. Poor guy has been through a lot of change. 

As for all the new FOR SALE signs sprouting, I wonder if these families have moved on to someplace safer than Georgia. It's always been a very eclectic community, but it's starting to feel ghosted. 

The water bill for this extravagance arrived. 275$ for the fill in June. 

And finally, we've found a new pizza joint!

Breakfast of champions - leftover deluxe and coffee.

I'm packing to spend a week with Charlie, so if you order anything, I'll get back to you.

my chairside tools

And this little bit of history is when Karma and I discovered the timer button on my Canon Pellix. Selfies from 1994.
 

I'm reveling in the basket of snakes in Washington beginning to bite and devour one another. Something weird and terminal is going to happen soon. He's starting to rot.