Okay, well—if Costco is going to put up its Halloween décor at the beginning of August, I suppose it makes sense for them to roll out the Christmas stuff before we’ve even hit the Ides of September.
It’s really quite terrifying, because I know there’ll be
more every time I make a butter and bread flour run.
©2026 Bas Bleu
Saturday night was one of those not-going-to-get-any-sleep affairs; I eventually nodded off at 0400; woke up at 0500; got back to sleep; eventually just got up at 0845. Naturally, that means that yesterday morning pretty much started out crap.
I got dressed for walking and
realized that the windows
had fogged over, which portended my walk would be complete soup. (Android said
that it was 74F and felt like 74F, but it lied; it felt ghastly. For one thing, my glasses fogged up as I stepped outside.) But I decided
I’d at least walk over to the one remaining pie-plate-sized
hibiscus shrub to take a picture for a neighbor.
And look what I found on my
way:
I saw them because I took a different
route than my normal walk, so I don’t know how long they’ve been there. But
they were stunning, beautiful and exuberant. And they lifted my day into
bearable. For that I am grateful.
©2026 Bas Bleu
