Crowded may be an exaggeration but compared to summer there are more people around this time of year. One is constantly under observation, I find.
I have heard tell that evil spirits may be trapped in bottles hung, usually upside down, but decoration is as decoration does and in this case the bottles looked good right side up. I'd not have the patience to tie the bottles up but I'm glad someone does.
The back streets of Big Pine are a refuge for eccentrics and loners and ordinary working families. You'll see gravel tracks winding through the pine woods to lonely homesteads. Some homes right on the street stick a notice up and call it good.
Key deer seem to be doing well this winter, sleek well fed and seen in large numbers. A few years ago they were suffering horribly and many were moved to leave food out for the suffering creatures with rib cages showing and unsteady gait from hunger. The refuge managers want the public to let the deer live and die by their own best ability. They ask us, the public, to simply try to avoid running the deer down. Please don't feed them, as the signs implore...
I'm actually surprised the deer are doing as well as they seem to be, for of rain there is still no sign and we,be not had rain for weeks, for years it seems like. Each dawn comes up sunny, a few scattered rain clouds on the horizon and as the day develops the sun beats down and we see eighty degrees at peak, dropping to seventy by night. No humidity a fresh light breeze and this is perfection for humans.
For Cheyenne between walks the shade of the veranda does nicely. I like to think she is guarding the bougainvillea from the predatory iguana but she is just resting. Every now and again she lumbers to her feet and goes and lays in the sun for a while before heat forces her to retreat.
And on my day off, like yesterday, an evening walk on the southern edge of Sugarloaf Key saw us watching a family chase fish at water's edge, dusk being one of two best times of day to fish I'm told.
I don't fish, my affliction living as I do in these most desirable angling isles, but every now and again I come across some wildlife I contrive to capture in my telephone.
And that brings us to the end of another day, sundown over Sugarloaf Key. A pope resigned, scandal surely to follow later, more people were shot to death in continuing debate over guns and liberty, and snow fell somewhere but not here. Never here were we drift through this tropical winter barely aware of the need to wear long sleeves.
And tomorrow will bring another day of tropical lassitude and meandering. - No. Wait a minute. Tomorrow I work. A different kettle of fish altogether.