It's a wonder these ripe pears from the Prickly Pear Cactus weren't already steamed; it was that hot this morning.
This small plane was cruising pretty low over the Tortugas foothills.
You know it's hot when the Beckster plops down in every patch of shade that comes along.
You know it's hot when the Beckster plops down in every patch of shade that comes along.
I love the Flower Girl.
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Beautiful prickly pear fruit--and beautiful Becca.
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