It's only been two hours plus a little bit after our first walk of the day. I'm up well before the dawn, watching the skies lighten with Rack, my dog, in tow.
After I get a couple of hours of work done, I settle in to have breakfast. I get my black and white furry visitor at the edge of the kitchen.
There seems to be a line in the sand drawn which he cannot pass. The kitchen being Gandalf, he stands at the edge looking in at me longingly.
He's not always looking for a handout, sometimes it's entertaining to watch people fly about in the kitchen preparing giant vats of food as if some conjurer waved their hands, cast a spell, and great amounts of curried chicken appear.
As If By Magic!
Sometimes that's true, but not always. Usually by that time in the morning, Rack simply wants to go out to explore, yet again. My backyard is the target.
This time he was more insistent than usual. He's got a very high pitched and reedy whine that comes out when he's frustrated that he's not getting his message across. I ask him what does he want and watched as he made a bee-line for the back door.
Making up a mug of yogurt with cranberry sauce, we walked out with the tail end of my breakfast in one hand, camera in the other. There is always a reason to take a walk around back. Whether it is looking over the flowers and other plants, pulling weeds or vines that threaten to enrobe the world, or simply to breathe fresh air, you can spot something interesting for a view.
November is a lot of things, but it seems that it is the month that my favorite "weeds" begin to bloom. I have grown accustomed to Coleus and Penta and Hibiscus. So much so that they have faded into the background as expected. The Orchids are not like that. They bloom only when conditions are right. When their work is done, or conditions change, or some butterfly in the Amazon flaps its wings, the blooms will drop.
They all have their moment in the sun, and I look forward to them.
These are the same sort of plant that I used to bring up North as a gift. They'd never do much there other than slowly fade away. Here you can strap an orchid to a tree in semi-shade and as long as they get enough water, they will bloom.
They enjoy being under the eaves, predictably blooming and lasting into next year. When the weather warms in Spring, the blooms have mostly dropped. One or two will remain on the more heat tolerant plants, but it is then that they rest.
For now, dog and man will enjoy them. Even if I don't have yogurt to finish under the spreading sea grape tree next to the shed, there will be cause to pause.
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