This in NOT a photo of a Mountain Laurel out here on the Edge of Nowhere, this is a photo of some Mountain Laurel I saw last week in Austin. I went out to check on our Mountain Laurel this afternoon, and I can't tell if they are just getting ready to bloom or if they were getting ready to bloom and the last frost (last week) killed off the blooms. I fear it is the latter. Speaking of killing plants, Mikey, pack some frangipani if you have room in your suit case.Today was a busy day, kind of. Jody to a doctors appointment in Austin, which meant the dogs go in with us, and they get kind of nervous on long car trips. Interesting. Thunderstorms, winds, rain, hail and lightning do not bother them in the least, and a ride in the car (more than 15 or 20 minutes) makes them (Callie especially) really anxious. Whatever. BUT, there were considerable accomplishments, so that was a good thing, and now we are all home and just finished dinner.
Life is good!
Derrick -- Noun. 1. a hoisting apparatus employing a tackle rigged at the end of a beam. 2. a framework or tower holding the drilling machinery over an oil well. The oil field was dotted with derricks, each holding a drill that bored into the ground.
Did You Know? During the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, London was the home of a notorious executioner named Derick. Among those he beheaded was the Earl of Essex, Robert Devereus, who according to a street ballad of the time had once saved the life of the ungrateful executioner. While members of the nobility were accorded the courtesy of beheading, it was the lot of commoners to be hanged, and the gallows at Tyburn were soon bestowed with Derick's name. Throughout the 17th century, derick was used as a name for both hangman and gallows. After the days of public hangings, the word derrick was adopted as a name for a number of less ominous frameworks or towers.
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