We have just a week left here in Florida and I need to do some serious editing of our food supply, not the easiest thing for someone with squirrel tendencies. A full freezer and plenty of canned goods and I’m a happy girl.
So of course this is the week Publix sends out their siren call of BOGO. Given the cost of pecans, you better believe I’m going to grab two bags of them.
Even though the temperature here is just what it was two weeks ago, and two weeks before that, it’s still spring.
Our magnolias are popping out blooms
and our resident Sandhill cranes are strutting around proudly with their new chick.
And here in the midst of spring, we also have a fall – my fall on the pickleball court. I was racing back and did something wrong because I was soon on my keister, dazed and annoyed I’d missed the ball.
Fortunately, the gang I play with are old hands at this (maybe that’s not a good thing?) and I was cleaned up, bandaged, and parked with a cold pack in about the same amount of time it took me to fall.
I’m fine, although annoyed that I fell on the side I always sleep on – ouch. I have a skinned elbow that would be the envy of any 6 year-old, a big purple/blue blotch on my hip to brighten up my otherwise pasty skin, and a cranky wrist.
The wrist was the issue since it limited my ability to comfortably change channels with the TV remote, but that’s much better today. Too bad – I was thinking I might have a legitimate excuse to cut back on the house-closing scrubbing.