So one of the queen palms at my rental property had Butt Rot.
I cut it down Friday.
For what it’s worth, I used to work for a company that logged stands of hardwoods in the early 90s. While I was never a main logger, I did a LOT of limbing and when I moved to NJ in the mid 90s, cut my own firewood for 25 years. This is why familiarity breeds contempt and Florida man cuts down a palm tree in loafers. No surprises here, but it just happened to be on one of my security cams, so I captured the video.
My son had a whole bunch of humming birds at his home in Colorado. Several different varieties most of them got along but one of the larger types were aholes.
Heading home tomorrow, finally. I’m not a sit-on-the-beach kind of person but my wife and daughter are, so it’ll be good to be back at it. In October we’ll go to St Augustine where I can look for shark teeth for a week. That helps keep my inspector senses heightened, but this sitting on the beach in the sun doesn’t make me anything but, I guess, a good husband.
Now if I can just keep my mouth shut the whole trip home tomorrow, I’ll have pulled it off. All it takes is one wrong word to ruin a whole week, you know.
I am not either really, simply because a few hours in the sun and I transform into lobsterman. The great giant red crustacean.
That said, the wife and I drove over to Ormond beach a couple weeks ago and it was absolutely wonderful. Drove the SUV out onto the sand, popped out the chairs. Not crowded, just awesome. I think I fell asleep for half an hour under my big dumb floppy hat.
This is a picture looking south at Daytona from Ormond beach. It probably turns into Daytona beach at that first multi-floor hotel.
I’m not a sit-on-the-beach kind of person but my wife and daughter are, so it’ll be good to be back at it. In October we’ll go to St Augustine where I can look for shark teeth for a week. That helps keep my inspector senses heightened, but this sitting on the beach in the sun doesn’t make me anything but, I guess, a good husband. 
