I made a delicious braided bread braid filled with sweetened cream cheese and homemade lemon curd a few weeks back. I shared some with Paige because it was too pretty to keep to myself. The recipe is from Smitten Kitchen, one of my favorite websites for great food.

Here are the spotty orchids currently in bloom by my front door.

I took the kid and dog to the playground 3 or 4 nights ago and stood on a fire ant hill. Fire ant bites form pustules that sting and itch like mad; if you scratch them, they pop open and spread sticky gold fluid all over and they just itch more. Look how far the redness extends…you should see the toe with FOUR bites on it!! Fire ant stings peak at 48 hours for me, so 6 hours after this photo was taken, I was begging Zach to PLEASE find the anti-itch spray so I could get some sleep!

This is my Sunday view. Looking at the washing machines, and eating bread and butter from Sandy’s Cafe.

This rainy day photo was taken back at the beginning of the rainstorm that caused the flooding. We were tired of being cooped up inside, so we took our umbrellas for a walk to the pier.

Despite the rain, the water was crystal clear, and we could see Parrotfish down amongst the rocks! Hmm, he is hard to see in this picture. Click here for someone else’s better photo.

I pulled over on my bike to take a photo of this glorious passionflower vine in a pot.

The Boogedy went to the new office with dad to help run network cables after Goombay Festival. This activity was deemed more fun than the festival itself, so much so that he forgot his tummy ache, which he’d had for days, and which the funnel cake and hot dog did nothing to stop.

 

 

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  1. 1 jackie October 25, 2011 at 9:27 am

    what a fun documentation of recent events. fire ant advice – not that you were asking – maybe some benadryl.

  2. 2 Karen Anne Clifford in MN November 2, 2011 at 5:48 pm

    Dear Sarah in Key West: It’s a good thing you added the “Key West” to your signature on your comment on YH’s blog about the airport jerks (whew – that’s a long explanation). If you had not, I would have thought we were neighbors. After about a month in my new house, the 1 house away neighbors were sitting in lawn chairs in the front yard, having drinks and smokes (not in the driveway, not on the step but out in the middle of the yard. The information they chose to share with me was about how the husband was once cleaning his military issue gun (ex-military with a red neck attitude) and shot off one of his…um…testicles(not the word they used. He is known hereafter as “One-Ball Willie!. ARGH-H-H-H.

    Friday’s Mom


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