It was a very quiet day here at the beach. All of the relatives have gone, and while it is wonderful to see everyone, it’s also very nice to once again have our house to ourselves. But make no mistake. If Jenni wanted to come here to live, she’d be welcome without a second thought.
The morning she was to leave, we were sitting on the back porch where a couple of things caught my eye.
One … this Shooting Star Hydrangea. Andie bought this plant before Christmas at Publix, where it was less than half the price of anything she’d seen online. It’s a very interesting plant, with some of it’s blooms coming into full flower, and some remaining small, looking almost like buds. Think of the way fireworks look when they explode. A large central explosion, and a shower of sparks surrounding the core. That’s a bit how the shooting star hydrangea looks when in bloom. But what really caught my eye out on the back porch last Friday afternoon, was this:
Peaking out from between the folds of a blanket on the back of the couch was this little lizard trying to stay warm on a cool January morning.
When you live in Florida, you get used to the lizards. At first, I thought we’d be able to keep them out of the screened-in back porch, but we gave up on that and just coexist with them. We’ll occasionally find one that’s not found any water, and has simply dehydrated. If we can catch up with them before they die, we’ll put them outside so they’ll be able to re-hydrate. We get dehydrated tree frogs in the summer time, but during the winter, it’s all lizards all the time.
I don’t know of any house in this part of the state that doesn’t have probably a thousand lizards living in nearby proximity. I know we have a few hundred in the woodpile out behind the shed, and there are always several on the porch and out in the stick plant that’s now taking over around the deck. There is a lizard that lives in the flower pot holding a low-growing cactus, and we often see him (or her, it’s difficult to tell) when we water the plant. He’ll come up and sit on top of the dirt, and not move while the watering can makes his life a little bit … well OK, a lot … better.
So, we’ve learned to live with the lizards. I just wish they did a better job of eating the mosquitos in the summertime.