Cudjoe Colors

I thought to take advantage of leaf changes currently underway to go out one gloomy day last week and put some color in my life.

My West Indian Almond trees do their shedding act of the year about now and these large leathery red leaves start falling out of the sky cluttering up the ground and blowing under the house. Soon the bare branches will bud and large green leaves will reappear and shade my house in time for summer. Mangroves normally drop leaves year round, by settling salt from the salt water they absorb into particular leaves and having those drop off taking the salt with them.

Right now everything is going wild shades of red and orange. Not quite everything.The day was overcast and gray, there was a cool north wind blowing, and everything felt autumnal and unusual in the Cudjoe backwoods.Perhaps there weren't enough palm trees. The leaf-less branches put me in mind of a temperate November somewhere cold. Cheyenne exhibited her usual indifference.
I prefer my leaves to be green, in any shade, with a bit of sunshine reflected off the leaves waxy surface.

You will notice that my pink crocs are less a fashion statement and more an object of daily wear, and well worn they are too.
It's also apparently time for that other source of massive leathery leaves to fall around my house, for I have large bushes like these sea grapes on Cudjoe.

Cheyenne has been having great luck finding dead fish along the water's edge ever since the Great Freeze. She looked by this pool but came back, happily, with nothing.

How this cement pipe and these palm fronds got out here I don't know. I couldn't even hazard a guess as to why someone might want to haul them here at all.

These small marshy succulents which look, at a distance like heather, were sprouting little red flowers. It took quite some grovelling to get their portrait.One gets the feeling sometimes that one's dog does not hold one's intelligence in the highest regard. Cheyenne almost never grovels in mud. She can't see the point.