The tree.

Yes, my husband called yesterday to say that he had stopped in at Home Depot for a look see and while there, had bought a tree. It is a “tiny” tree is says and he purchased all the necessary things to plant it and feed it and whatever.

That thing blending into the wall between the windows is “the pedestal”.

He has decided to place it on this cool looking pedestal we got in San Diego – the one that weighs a lot and the one the company moved for him. (I wish they could have moved the beach and a bit of the Pacific . . . Kono’s, the boardwalk, Skechers, Crystal Pier, Jake’s, my favorite coffee shop balcony, life guard station 22 . . . but I must remember to be grateful for what we have. And I am.)

My lunch at Jake’s.

I think he is going to take a picture of this tree, which may wind up on the porch of his apartment. (And he did and it is. The picture of the tree on the porch is the first picture above.)

View from our porch looking at other porches.

The porch is nice, but the floor is like a deck – there are spaces between the boards. Is this because it is Georgia and you want air to move? I don’t know. I didn’t think much about it until I knocked over a glass of Diet Coke and it went down to the patio beneath us. No one was out or maybe even home – lucked out, I guess. This is a round about way of pondering the watering of plants on his porch. Carefully, I would think – or in the dark of the late, late night.

This is the crazy gnome that lives in the Warner-Robins apartment.