This bougainvillea just seems to stand out in front of the crowd in this shot. Click to enlarge and see her backup colors.
Soloist: Bougainvillea, FOTD May 23, 2020
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Governor of Jalisco’s Statement re/ Coronavirus. Compare to our President!!!
Governor of Jalisco, Ernesto Alfaro Ramirez, just released this statement:
“Today is the day with the most deaths by #COVID19 in the country and also with more infections detected by #RadarJalisco in our state.
In a single day 424 deaths in Mexico and 98 new infections in Jalisco. Nothing else here already add up to 95 human losses to regret since the pandemic started. That’s the reality.
Hopefully it will serve to understand that this is not over yet and that we don’t have to wait for it to happen to ours to react. This is a race of endurance and getting well waged depends on everyone and everyone.
The fight against the pandemic is not a responsibility of the government, but for the social behavior and co-responsibility of the people.
Today marks 15 days of the past bridge (holiday weekend) for May 5th and just nine days since Mothers Day. It’s no coincidence. It is the consequences of those who left home without having to, of those who decided to hold get-togethers and put their most loved ones at risk.
#StayHome. Every one who decides to go out on the street without strictly necessity, you are putting yourself, your loved ones and others at risk. If we do it right, we move forward; if we do it wrong, economic reactivation will be slower and we will have more deaths to regret.”
This is how an educated and empathetic leader speaks. how embarrassing to compare it to POTUS!!!!
Conjoined Birds: FOTD May 22, 2020
I believe this is my first double bird of paradise bloom since I’ve been in Mexico. It’s twins, folks!!!
For Cee’s FOTD
Bunglery at the Ritz Apartments
Bunglery at the Ritz Apartments
We’re making the assumption that this ritzy part of town
is the perfect place for our next heist to go down.
Jimmy has it in his noggin that we’ve gotta hit the best,
so it should be the penthouse. We should forget all the rest.
But I think he’s a blockhead. We should choose another floor.
Penthouses have alarms in every room, on every door.
So we settle on the first floor, but still wind up in jail,
and I’m in here for the long term ’cause I cannot meet my bail.
The docs have sewn up gashes on my arm and my left calf,
but my wounds don’t equal Jimmy’s, not even by a half
And when he pays his own bail, he tells me,”Go to the Devil.”
I forgot folks with the biggest dogs live on the lowest level.
Prompt words for today are settle, block, noggin, heist and assumption.
Photo by Daniel Lincoln on Unsplash. Used with permission.
Short Thangs (Cee’s B&W Challenge)
Giving Support
Giving Support
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My sister Patti’s horse, passed down to me.
For the Life Captured Challenge: Giving Support
Daybreak
Daybreak
It’s a classic beginning for another day.
I push the covers out of the way,
fumble to find my glasses and shoes,
open the curtains to drown out the blues.
I am a champion at choosing a mood.
I refuse to be grumpy. Choose not to brood.
I put on my attitude before my clothes,
donning my blessings instead of my woes.
Today’s word prompt are the blues, classic, fumble and champion.
Duranta Erecta (Verbena): FOTD May 21, 2020
I had never learned the name of this flowering tree that I planted 18 years ago, and I thank Grace at broadwaymatron.com for telling me its name. I don’t know why it photographs as blue as it is actually a dark purple. Perhaps too much sun. I like this blue color even more than its actual color, so I’ll support the illusion. Although the description calls it a bush, it says it can grow to 20 feet high. I think mine is about ten feet high–maybe higher.
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For Cee’s FOTD
Sense of Smell
Reconnaissance
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash, used with permission
Reconnaissance
Enter our shell-shocked hero, all his battles won.
His glorious sorties over, his service finally done.
The stash he found cathartic? He stole it from his son.
Exulting in this final raid, he thought he’d have some fun.
He only took a bit of it. Each day he took some more.
He chewed the bag a little bit, as though to make a door.
He saw his son’s perplexity, searching through the house.
Had a rat made off with it? Could it have been a mouse?
He found his son’s new hiding places—where he had been loitering,
making use of thirty years of army reconnoitering.
The freezer in the garage, a tea tin in the drain.
What enemy made raids into such difficult terrain?
His son could believe sorties over mountaintop and ridge,
but how might a mouse invade a freezer or a fridge?
This mystery went unsolved for at least a decade more,
at which point it was finally told and became family lore.
How his father returned home, fatigued by years of war
and found relief from raiding his teenager’s secret store.
And how these retirement maneuvers against his puzzled son
helped salve the scars of battle with a little fun.
Word prompts for today are fatigue, stash, cathartic, exult and hero.
