Some people have their martinis with olives or a bit of lemon peel, the last few evenings we have had ours with a Great Blue Heron who sits on a limb of one of the Live Oaks just beyond our deck and porch, preening himself and contemplating the meaning of life or perhaps the presence of fish in Skull Creek. In the above photo, which really does not fully portray the beauty of the evening, he is hidden behind the corner porch column.
The marsh has been perfect in all but one respect for several days and is forecast to continue to be. The one lack has been wind. 3 knots today. 2-7 knots forecast for tomorrow. 3-7 Saturday. And that is at the airport which is more exposed than iSkull Creek. I would like to take a break from writing and go sailing. I will know better when that might happen after being seen by the skin cancer doctor for my six month visit Monday morning. It would be nice if I need only to be frozen and not chopped.
From William Blake, 1757-1827.
This from Raizan who died in 1716 at the age of 63 I know I have posted here before.
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