First it’s Cold Outside — Then it’s Hot Outside

First the weather is cold — then it gets hot.  What is a girl to do?

The other morning, when I got up to go on a bird walk, it was in the 40s and by the time we finished it was in the high 70s.  No wonder people constantly catch colds and the flu.

I have to say our Audubon walk was very enjoyable because the cloudless sky was crystal blue and plenty of birds caught our eye.  Learning to recognize birds and their calls has been so interesting!  You may want to go to http://www.freshfromflorida.com and the search for Indian Lake State Forest, which is where we went.  Because of the drought we have experienced for the past few years, the lake was not as deep as it should have been.  But, Mr. Gator was right in the middle of the water!  We could see his dark nose, tip and all.  They say that if there is water in Florida, you can bet the gators are either in it or near by.

The plants in the yard are coming right along, though something has eaten my white, fragrant, climbing rose to the nub.  I rinsed it off with Dawn dish soap and water, but I doubt that it will make it.  My red, climbing, Don Juan rose has finally taken off.  It has a bud on it that I am excited to see and smell.

Sometimes, when you least expect it, you catch something in full bloom, like the Spanish Bayonet on the corner of the house.  I could kick myself because I took the photo of it on my iPhone and did not send it over to my iPad, where I am typing this post!

Okay.  I checked out this book from the library, “My iPhone for Seniors”, by Brad Miser.  IBSN-13:  978-0-7897-5817-0 or ISBN-10:  0-7897-5817-2.

As you can guess, I need to read it from cover to cover.

Years ago, I bought a small note pad that had “Never tire of doing what is right”, printed in light blue letters across the top of each page.  It comes from 2 Thess 3:13 ISV.  That verse got drummed into my head and to this day, I think twice before doing something that is not right.  It catches me in big and small life choices too.

Thanks for dropping by.   Kathleen