Lookin' Out My Backdoor

Friday, 18 July 2014 - Late Afternoon

Alrighty then.

I'm back. I had a very nice week away, no comments, no ominous warnings from the good folks at Blogger vis-à-vis copyright infringements etc., etc. But...

Damn, did I miss blogging.

Many is the time I was sorely tempted to put virtual pen to virtual paper and regale you with my exploits, opinions and the occasional (though rare) bon mot. (Yup, I still like to throw the occasional foreign word or phrase out there.)

So at any rate, I have returned.

And yes, that lead-in photo is a little blurry.

But it's my photo.

As is this one...

To the north, Friday evening...

Hhmm, perhaps I had the cell phone set to "Blur", which is the setting just below "Stun."

While on the subject of backyards, today's photos were (mostly) taken in mine. The post's title was suggested by the Creedance Clearwater Revival song. CCR, I used to listen to them a lot back in the day. You know them, that "Cajun" band from Los Angeles. Or something like that.

Technically speaking, we don't have a back door. So I used a bit of artistic license for the title, because "Lookin' Out My Upstairs Bathroom Window" doesn't have quite the same cachet does it?

We have a front door, which is more or less decorative. We open it but we don't normally use it. The main door into Chez Sarge is the side door, which goes into the kitchen from the deck. Let me see if I have a photo of that, I think I put one around here somewhere. While I look, here's another door picture. It's the entrance to "the computer room" here at Chez Sarge. It's where the magic of the Chant du Départ happens. Such as it is...

Rather "woody" innit?

Ah yes, here it is...

Oh yes, there's that upstairs bathroom window as well. (To the left, the only window looking out the back on the second floor.) That door off the deck is the main entrance to our dwelling. The occasional person will come to the front door, where they quickly discover there is no door bell. If we notice them, we'll respond. Most folks go to the side door. It has a door bell.

Seeing as how I'm back at my post here, I decided to share one of my favorite flowers with you. It's the portulaca grandiflora (Moss-rose Purslane or Moss-rose). Which I just so happen to have pictures of. From my yard. From my camera.

We used to have an entire garden devoted to moss-roses, surrounded by a border of baby's breath, it was pretty awesome. I had made mention recently of how much I missed that garden. So The Missus Herself surprised me with a smaller garden this year, totally devoted to moss-roses. Love 'em. Thank you Dear.

As I was away for nearly a week, I should post a couple of aircraft photos. My aircraft photos, I do have a few. Mostly taken at the Military Aviation Museum down there in Pungo, Virginia. One of my favorite places on this Earth.

Focke Wulf FW-144 Stieglitz. WWII Trainer

Me and the Polikarpov I-16 Rata. A Russian bird of WWII vintage.

Me and the Fokker Dr. I Triplane

Yes.

It's good to be back.