Three dry days


IT’S GONE three consecutive days without rain here, and that’s mighty odd in mid-September. Has the rainy season ended early this year? I rather doubt it.

Most afternoons, after doing lunch at home, I go downtown to enjoy a nice café Americano negro with my Kindle while simultaneously admiring the beautiful babes who walk by. My child bride goes to, but she drives the Nissan because she does different things and comes home later than I do.

It’s not ecological. But I don’t care.

And I usually have my camera. Yesterday I spotted something I’d never noticed before in all the years I’ve walked by the same spot. The mountain in the mist behind the buildings in the top photo. How could I have overlooked that?

On arriving home later, getting out of the Honda, I shot the two photos below for no better reason than the scenes caught my eye, especially the wildly flowering aloe vera bush.

It does this every year. Lasts for a couple of months.

And the final photo shows my white roses. I generally roll my eyeballs at people who post flower photos on blogs because if you want to see flower photos, just do an internet image search, and there are thousands. Take your pick.

No matter. Here they are anyway.

I was inexplicably in a dark mood when I returned home, so maybe I subconsciously thought that snapping the flowers would boost my humor. I don’t think it worked.

I wonder if it will rain today. Cool things off.

The tallest aloe vera blooms are about eight feet high.
My measly white roses.

9 thoughts on “Three dry days

    1. Mike, those are not Red Hot Pokers or, as we call them in español, cigarros. They are aloe vera flowers. However, your confusion is totally understandable because they are almost identical in appearance. The primary difference is that the poker blooms are considerably smaller.

      Ain’t that something?


      1. Good God, Ms. Shoes. Are you a closet hippie? I had to do an internet image search see what water buffalo sandals are. I recognize them, but I was not familiar with the name. Live and learn.


    1. Thanks for the memories. That version of San Francisco, unfortunately, is dead. The city has essentially become NYC West, attracting technologically savvy fortune seekers. But the hippies, artists, and others who came for lifestyle reasons can no longer afford it. Sigh….


  1. I like the statue better than the flowers. I’ve noticed it in photos before. What’s the story? Santa Muerte? Forgive me if you’ve written about it before).


    1. Ray: I included the statue in the photo intentionally because just the measly roses would have been colossally ho-hum. I’ve included her — I call her Señora Bones — in photos over the past few years. There’s a family business just down the road that makes and sells all manner of what we call artesanías, the English translation of which is more or less handicrafts, but that sounds like something your granny would knit. Artesanías here are far more spectacular. We spotted Señora Bones while driving by the place a good many years ago. I forgot what we paid for her, but it was remarkably cheap, even taking into consideration that things here, especially artesanías, are normally far cheaper than what they go for in the U.S.

      The man and his wife delivered it in a pickup truck, just the two of them, and they were a little taken aback when I told them I needed the statue up on that stone platform. You should have seen the two of them wrestling it up there, but they did it. I just watched. The thing weighs a ton.

      Yes, Señora Bones is an example of the Los Muertos theme Mexicans embrace, especially in our area. Other areas, not so much. Our living room is full of this type of artwork, so much so that when our nephew here was much younger, 4 or 5 years old, he was very reluctant to even set foot in the front door. He’s 14 now, and has gotten over it.


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