I’m told we’re enjoying a perigean spring tide at the moment.
As first seen here. Still snooping around our backyard on a regular basis.
Along the Waccamaw River, dressed down for winter.
Hanging out by the Waccamaw River.
The turtles in the Waccamaw really like to eat. This poor guy must have been seduced by someone’s fish bait, and is now stuck with a hook. I’ve been told fish hooks will rust through and fall off fairly quickly. I hope that’s true, because I can’t stand to see them like this.
The sky threatened for two days. All we got was a halfhearted drizzle.
They’re water lilies! At least, I think they are. Aren’t they?
An actual hook was recently added to the 4-year-old’s fishing gear. But we soon found the activity became centered on trying very hard not to catch one of the multitude of panhandling turtles. So the fishing milestone has now been bent to the extent it can’t possibly do any harm, and the 4-year-old (though still very proud of his hook) is back to just casting the line.
The turtles here in the Waccamaw River are furry with algae. I’m digging the pea green shag carpet on this one.
Here by the Waccamaw River, dragonflies come in all sizes and colors. I love them. Especially when they decide to park on the rigging.