Sunset on the Beach and Other Things

As I’ve told many people, writers can work just about anywhere. Yes, I’m in Southwest Florida, and yes, I’m working. It definitely beats working in New England at this time of year. Without having to put on five layers of clothing, I can hop on public transportation and head to a restaurant to meet my friends (authors Victoria Hinshaw and Kristine Hughes Patrone L-R below) or stroll to the UPS drop-off or the USPS office. In fact, I’m getting much more exercise than I do at home in the winter.

Nearly every day, I take a walk on the beach at sunset. Every day it’s a different picture. Here are some of them from the last couple of weeks. The seashells were simply there, found art on the beach. I’m not wanting to make anybody envious, just wanting to share the beauty.


Climes are different

I live in Central Massachusetts most of the time.  We're in some kind of magnetic field for snow, which means that when Boston gets an inch (and gets mightily peeved about it), we get four feet.  It's not a lake effect thing.  I believe the area's under an ancient weather curse.  Thus,  in addition to the arctic temps and charcoal-colored skies, we're buried under great mounds of dirty snow.  The main wildlife is mice trying to move into the house where it's marginally warmer.

As you might expect, we don't get a lot of wading birds in my neck of the woods.  Or palm trees.  So these things are terrifically exciting to me.  It's February!  There are palm trees, some of them growing coconuts. A pelican stands so close I could touch him or her.  A heron loiters in my back yard!  Little lizards lurk under the doorstep and try to scurry into the kitchen when I'm not looking.  They seem not to realize that people live inside—people, those giant Godzilla things they normally run away from at the speed of light.

For all those fortunate people who normally spend their winters in a warm climate, this is no big deal, I daresay.  For me, it's like moving to another planet.  A kinder, gentler planet.

And then I get to go back to New England before the giant insects come out.

O Possum Part 2

Critter Control

The possums were still there this morning. So we had to call the guy in the yellow truck.

He went into the garage and closed the door to prevent desperate escapes. He was in there for a while. Toward the end, I heard thumps and thuds.

Trapped possums

Then the garage door opened. Some of the little ones, it turned out, gave him a run for his money, and some of that non-car stuff in the garage toppled.

But we think he got them all.

Bye, o possums. You'll be happier in the woods. Really.