Ode to a Morning

A big fog is coming in off the Bay. Can't even see to Gulf Breeze. The gray water down below ripples gently in a light wind. Windows are open and life is alright.

Cool tunes bumping in the living room. The only lights on inside are the ones for the turtle tanks. A gurgling filter is a constant white noise backdrop. Smells like nag champa.

Time to shave and face the day.

Saul the Sulcata

Saul soaking

Baking bread

Waiting for the dough to rise...

When I Became a Man

"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things."

I Corinthians 13:11

Winter garden