Yay, for the Florida judge who enforced the mask mandate! And more horrid shenanigans of the Gubernator!https://www.yahoo.com/news/judge-florida-cant-enforce-ban-172823591.html
https://www.yahoo.com/news/ron-desantis-laments-politicization-face-190025251.html
https://www.yahoo.com/news/gov-desantis-just-lost-latest-17240 3902.html
Moving on... updates!
Below coconut palm planted a few days ago!
New clock installed below!
Another closer picture below hoping that it shows that the new clock has both dark and light wood in its design bringing it into the two mirrors combining them.
Moving on again... The black fabric in the hole is the old 1100 gallon liner from the old pond that those ficus trees ripped through! Now hopefully it will be helping to keep the floras of weeds and too many items stay put as a weed cloth?
Hubby will be putting more dirt on it before the new smaller 150-gallon pond goes in.
We have very large coquina rocks and smaller ones that will be used around the pond, as originally were used on the larger one.
Although, the entire garden will be shrunk by nearly half its size when all is said and done by Hubby!
To be more proportionate with the new smaller sleeker pond. As you can see below more dirt is being raked in... we already have 9 bags of mulch, an overage buys that we have had for some time sitting in that garden still in their bags!
The below picture is of the white jasmine peeking through the honeysuckle on the partial fence left from Hurricane Charley down to the canal.
The picture below is of a somewhat nondescript creature that is Hubby's cement frog that I will be painting. Hopefully, I will be making it a bit more recognizable! The frog's cement needs to cure more for a few days. Oddly enough, Hubby found the mold in our garage, we think that it was from an actual already made garden molded frog we had years ago and the plastic covering was for travel protection.
The new clock box works perfectly for a painting location and table protection for the frog!
But today I go back into the pool!
And so we must go, for now.
Please be smart, as well as safe.
Have a very pleasant day.
Count those blessings, and we will too!
Next time, please be here or be square; ya hear!
Aussie, say good day!
I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway for the fun of it, so I will say good day!
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though, some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. And here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Below is my new PIC, which had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, on his brother's birthday.
No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.
Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!
Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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