Sunshine on my Shoulders

Green Eggs and Ham was on the menu at a local breakfast place.
Seriously.  Green Eggs and Ham.
I ordered them just so I could take a picture and post it in honour of my beautiful grand-peeps.
The "green" is spinach and advacado.
And it tasted really good just like Sam-I-am says.
Nothing to be squeamish about.

This was a little gecko lizard keeping me company in the lanai.
I find them fascinating and friendly little things.
The one that jumped out from behind the pillows when I pulled the bed covers back however,
... not so much.

Dining and fellowshipping with niece Nicole is a wonderful annual treat.
Each time we decide to dine out we've been able to do so under a canopy of stars and a moon that is almost full now!

...the cloudy skies were exceptionally notable today.

Can't seem to get enough of this panaromic option on my phone ever since Lilly pointed it out to me :)

A school of dolphins were at play (and definitely on a school break) not far from this rock reef.
Sorry, I enjoyed that so much I forgot to take a picture.

The ocean is terrifically cold, mesmerizing to listen to and watch but preferably from a seat on the beach.  Where you can knit a beret with a towel across your legs.  :)
If my mother and sisters could see me now....

Knitting on a beach.  Pfft!  Enjoying it even.  Me oh my.

A tribute to Nikki - one is never too old and no situation too hopeless!

 What was that?! she exclaimed ... on sighting a small but decidedly owlish figure sitting in the sun on a stake, surrounded by orange tape around a makeshift "pen".  

The man behind the wheel pulled a U-turn & stopped long enough to satisfy my curiosity.  

Up popped another owl out of the ground (see the mound?)  

Then I walked over and found this sun bleached warning about "harassing" 

these protected burrowing owls.  

Burrowing Owls and Gopher Tortoises are protected and there are signs and warnings about fines everywhere to demonstrate the gravity of the situation.  

This is all well and good except that it seems like these species enjoy more dignity of life 

than the American unborn child.

It's disturbing.

 We are crazy about long and linear palm trees.

They look so fantastic in Christmas lights!

 Naples 5th Avenue is a happening place day & night if parking 6 blocks over is any indication.

The tree pictured above is one tree (a Banyan) coming up out of the ground with more multi-stems than you can count.   That is apparently its primary characteristic.
A new house is being constructed around the tree.

 The sunset I almost missed - the sun dropped into the ocean at lightning speed while I was photographing the Robinson Crusoe tree not fifty steps away.

From North to Naples

This is a panoramic photo (compliments of friend Lilly) of the first and fastest storm I've ever witnessed rolling in from the ocean.  It was a rather phenomenal sight - the temperature literally dropped by the minute and a ferocious wind kicked up enough sand to put an abrupt end to our picnic on the beach. 

Doesn't look so threatening does it?

But an hour later it's "mild" beginning... began.

Very soon after that panoramic shot we scurried back over the boardwalk in Delgor-Wiggins State Park to our vehicle and made haste, seeking refuge in Books-A-Million where the rain came down (monsoonal style) and thundered on the roof loud enough to interfere with normal conversation.  

I've been happily visiting this part of Florida for many years and have never seen the likes of it.

This is a new activity for us.  I must say, we could get quite used to it except that biking at home (anywhere) is not unlike risky behaviour, living on the edge, and downright dangerous.  

This, on the other hand, is not such a new activity for us.

Eeek!  The Ents have relocated!  And look at that prevailing stormy sky.  

It might chase one off the beach but there is NO way to intimidate the die-hard golfer 

(of the sort I am married to).

We are really enjoying our rental digs.  There's my funny boy.

Books A Million here in Naples has a giant banner draped outside announcing Store Closing. 

This is a sad thing. 

I confess I felt like a vulture descending on some woe-begotten prey.  But I did it anyway.  

 I exercised restraint mostly only because my beloved said I wasn't allowed to buy another 

suitcase to ship all the books back home.  

*sigh*  

The spoil-sport.  :) 

Naples in Florida is now synonymous with knitting as well.  This is crow eating admission for me, having heckled my family & having protestith overmuch at the notion not even 3 years ago.   

So I just want to say, in my effort to come clean and all, I started this all on my own 

and even watched several online videos last week to jog my memory on how to knit 

in a seamless round with two circular needles.

Grand-daughter Danielle picked out this skein of hot pink wool with candy coloured flecks 

in the hopes that I would make her a beret.  Well. It's done my little Dee.   

Tomorrow, I will attempt a few flowers to accessorize the hat in a manner that matches 

the fun & flair of your personality! 

To temper this dangerous amount of pride, I make special mention once again of my sister. 

Let's face it, without her extraordinary long-suffering mentoring I'd be nowhere on the knitting scene.  

And finally, I love spending this leisure time catching up on some reading, blogging and cooking, 

...with wine of course.  

Hey! Some recipes do call for it.

We enjoyed a birthday dinner with Lilly at The Bay House - famous in the area for its mind-boggling seafood menu.  We dined outside as the sun set and a nearby firepit substituted its warmth.  The waiter insisted we go inside to the crustacean bar to see the "beautiful" 8 pound crab available to a fearless diner.  Or was it 4pound beast suitable as appetizer for 8?  We can't seem to agree on the facts.  Another admirer put a 10 ounce glass in front of the shot for perspective.  CRUSTacean's are aptly named don't you think?

Light for the Lost Boy

Andrew Peterson.
How I wish I had a better sense of recall.
I think we first discovered him through the online program Haventoday.org
How often have I and my beloved been served up true blessing by the widely diverse and oddly well-timed contributions featured here?
(a rhetorical question that can be blissfully ignored btw:)
It was a series on Sacred Marriage by Gary Thomas, complemented by a music video of Petersons' Dancing in the Minefields that had us first sitting up straight and taking notice.
Imagine that for starters - a marriage referenced as a dance of two in a minefield.
Newlyweds will balk and quickly proffer disgust at such a notion.  Been there, done that.
The seasoned longer-serving couples however will smile at its quirky truth.  Been there, doing that.

We fell in love with his gift for getting to the heart of the matter in song and story and even made a road trip to Valparaiso, Indiana last year so we could listen to him live on stage.

I'm here to tell you he's done it again with his newest album:  Light for the Lost Boy
But don't take my word for it.  Click the link and decide for yourself.
You are urged however, to take your time with it, to listen carefully to the words, to let them steep slowly in your soul.

Andrew Peterson is equally gifted as a writer - working on book four of the fantasy adventure series Wingfeather Saga.   I couldn't put them down, now joining the throng who wait eagerly for the conclusion of the story.
(truly? does it have to end?)
To be so doubly gifted seems almost cruel to the rest of us.
Conversely, the rest of us can simply take up and read or take up and listen - finding ourselves a place of respite in a crazy world and a peace to pass on to those around us.
Well, I call it a peace but it is perhaps more aptly termed a restless sense of grace.  Such as you might eventually discover in reading Tolkien's Lord of the Rings Trilogy or least this commentary of same: A Sudden Joyous Turn


When I look at you, boy
I can see the road that lies ahead
I can see the love and the sorrow

Bright fields of joy
Dark nights awake in a stormy bed
I want to go with you, but I can’t follow

So keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way

Your first kiss, your first crush
The first time you know you’re not enough
The first time there’s no one there to hold you

The first time you pack it all up
And drive alone across America
Please remember the words that I told you

Keep to the old roads
Keep to the old roads
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way

If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

And I know you'll be scared when you take up that cross
And I know it'll hurt, 'cause I know what it costs
And I love you so much and it's so hard to watch
But you're gonna grow up and you're gonna get lost
Just go back, go back

Go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that's taken hold of you
And you'll find your way
You'll find your way
If love is what you’re looking for
The old roads lead to an open door
And you’ll find your way
You’ll find your way
Back home

Enjoy exploring this artist as we have.
I think it's time for another road trip with my beloved.

Furry Burry in need of a name!

Hey.
Was it really ME who claimed knitting to be the amusement equivalent of watching paint dry?

Meet furry burry.

My first project with fun fur.   

Since he'll be living with us indefinitely, offering hugs and comfort to innumerable soul mates now living in the family clan (and some yet to be!) Furry Burry will need a name of more lasting value.

A name that will truly distinguish him from the store-bought counterparts.... 

He is quite lovable.  I have found him to be a patient and interesting couch mate with good listening ears, eyes that melt the heart and a quirky lop-sided smile that disarms even the most cautious.

So what about it kids?  

Can you help me come up with a fitting monkier for our little buddy?

I think a first and second name is appropriate.

Maybe even three?