Sometimes my days off are pretty ordinary. There’s always stuff like laundry, grocery shopping, and dumping the tanks to do. Pretty ordinary, but I like to think if you take the right attitude you can find things in an ordinary day to consider it more than that.
As I took Emma on one of her walks today we encountered a turtle slowly and steadily making its way across the VC lawn. Perhaps this was a female looking to find the perfect spot to lay its eggs? I could have picked it up to determine its sex, but it seemed to be on a mission, so we thought better of doing that.
Emma did have to give it a sniff, though. And as she did it pulled its head in. Truth be told, I think Emma is really pretty much a woos. You should have seen her. I think when that turtle pulled its head in Emma jumped back two feet in the air! I swear she has springs on her feet. Since it wasn’t a squirrel, it didn’t hold any more interest for her.
After that, I went to do a little grocery shopping at the Ocean Springs’ Farmers Market. Picked up a big round artisan garlic/olive oil flat bread. Its aroma just spoke to me, but what does one person do with such a large flat bread? I decided I’d make some gulf shrimp dip from one of those recipe cards I picked up last week, and serve it along with some of the cut up bread. I knew I couldn’t eat it all myself, so I invited John and Diana for a happy hour to consume both.
Diana suggested that the three of us have a game of Scrabble while we tasted the dip and bread. It has been years since I’ve played Scrabble, but I was game.
The dip and bread got a thumbs up, and we spent an enjoyable evening outdoors being serenaded by all of the birds. The weather has just been outstanding the last two days. I figured if I plied my opponents with good eats, I’d have an edge. 
It worked!
While Emma and I sat outside this afternoon, the usual birds were visiting the feeder. I always have my camera handy, and thought I might get a shot of this brown thrasher coming in for one of the peanut halves again. What a surprise to find out that it had what I think is a damsel fly in its beak! Then the next moment, all of the noisy birds blasted away as a Cooper’s hawk flashed though the woods and streaked over my head. You could have heard a pin drop after that. Ordinary day? I’m thinking…NOT!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy
