Last week, I slipped out to my friend Billy's swampy, rocky, beautiful chunk of land. I wrote about this place last year when I went out in search of rocks for the Waterfolly.
I've stuck in a few more tiny watering holes back at PFHQ and felt a need for more limestone, so I again found myself on Billy's little bit of heaven. It's nice out there this time of year. The cool temps keep the vast hordes of Gulf Hammock mosquitoes away and the property is much more inviting.
A decidedly unround rock ... and yet the pose seems vaguely familiar ... almost Missourian.
The greens in the background are part of Billy's feed plot to attract game during hunting season.
It pays to look up. Here's a widow maker lying in wait.
The feed plot turnips were flowering while I was there. Most of these lush greens were untouched, which just boggles me. I can't grow any turnip greens or collards at my place outside of the 7 foot tall deer fenced garden plot.
If I do, they get mowed to the ground by ungrateful ungulates.
Buckeye was beginning to bloom also. I remember writing about this last year and saying I was going back for seeds, but alas, I never did.
Maybe this year.
The violets were just beginning to take off. They will soon form a carpet over the trails and roads through the property.
The ride in ...
... was a little bumpy.