I watched the palm trees yesterday afternoon blowing in the stiff wind, their tops bending and swaying and while the bottoms stayed completely motionless. What a marvel of nature for such top heavy trees.
The one in our yard has certainly weathered some Northwest gales. It takes a genuine hurricane to uproot a palm, and even then you can stick them back up and they're fine. Resilience.
Nice dinner last night, we had seared scallops (sorry about your stove top, Marji :-) with a tomato salad and fresh basil from the patio.
As you see, Doodles is not suffering from any lack of attention. Last night he tried to sleep in John's suitcase, but had to settle for a bed on his dirty clothes on top. All dachshunds love to burrow.
It's another beautiful still morning, although a bit cooler than yesterday with a high of about 75.
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