After a day of working on the research grant, I deemed it time to go feed the birds and check the magnolia blossoms. It is fascinating to me how they colors vary depending on the maturity of the blossom.
I do not ever recall seeing the pink stem before, though when the blossom finally dies, the center section above the stem will fall to the ground and has little red "seeds" on it.
Randy and I decided to drive over to Water Valley and eat dinner at our favorite restaurant--El Charrito. J was still working on his car and had a web game scheduled for tonight ("I'm raiding.") so declined to accompany us and asked for take out.
A band was playing in the park and people were gathering. By the time we came out from dinner, the barbeque was rained out and folks were running for cover and the band was stashing instruments.
Just when I was finally able to walk across the yard without it squishing and get to the bird feeder without stepping in mud, it is now going to rain and storm for the next 10--count them--10 days. The kudzu will take over my entire house!