May 07 2009
Of weeds and gators
Spent an afternoon away from it all at a little spot we know. None of the water birds would hang around us and our noise, so all I have is a weed and a gator.
Don’t know the name of this thing. Don’t remember seeing it growing up, but then, it has been awhile. One individual told of stumbling into a patch and it stung him pretty bad.
I call it, "ankle eater".
These little spines inject inflammatory agents.
There was a gator that swam by and then left. We found him when we left.
Easing by, checking us out...
Waiting for us to leave him alone. So we left.
Nice to get away for a few hours. Then back to life. and it’s work week flotsam.