We decided to take Moss and Giles for an early morning stroll at O'Leno State Park. It was incredibly hot and Cymande and I in our de-conditioned state barely survived the two hour walk. The boys slept through the entire ordeal. Sleep. Must be nice.
Before my brain was replaced by the circuit board from a vending machine I would have looked up the species and given everyone a glorious tale about this mushroom's lifecycle. Instead: Orange Things on an Old Stinky Log.
Rapids.
Duckweeds languorously rotate as the Santa Fe disappears under the earth.
Storm clouds approached and I thought 'My body can't take much more. Great Gods of the Sky have mercy on me and my family. We are weak and tired and really not too far from home, but it is still a hike to the car and all I have is about 500 calories worth of energy bars to get me through the next 20 minutes."
North Florida is lousy with sinkholes.
Again, this photo's caption would typically be full of useful and entertaining information about this insect's abilities to build this cocoon. Instead we have: a bug vomited all over itself, rolled in Cocoa Pebbles and emerged as a big pretty butterfly! How awesome is Nature?
Kira rubs Giles' head for good luck.
Lucas soothes Moss as he tries to determine if his hand is better than a binky. Currently, it is not.
Helena, Erin and James came for a visit and we all got trapped in the barn by a big thunderstorm. Notice Buckley with his tail between his legs.
Good Boy.
