Friday, June 27

Reminds me of all that can happen to harm,


banana muffins, son!
i made up a spankin'-new, secret, off-the-cuff recipe, 
with cocunut and wheat bran streusel on top.
yeah, you already know, ninja,
i was munching these b!tches up so HARD!
when the kids are up, i turn on the chef boy-al-bee powers,
and make moves, ya'll.

a plate of fresh baked treats and some tea...
not much starts a day better.

then, with the express intent of having big fun!,
we hit up some horseback riding after breakfast.

harvest got to rock out on the black horse, sara,
which she'd never gotten to ride before,

and maple's horse, jed, stopped to pee, which is never disappointig to a kid.
there were thick-bodied cowbirds,
real honest-to-goodness barn swallows,
and about five hundred pounds of road apples, which added a serious bouquet to the area.
happy horse-sh!t, as i've heard it said before.....

after a quick tour around the farm,
we took off to do some strawberry picking!

we got the big box, and filled that mamma-jamma to the brim.
vegan shortcake?
ninja, please.....
i'm already ON it.

pick-yer-own costs almost the same as already picked.
except for the magical memories, (and the sunburn...)
pretending to be illegal migrant field workers isn't as much fun as you might think.
especially when real migrant field workers are two rows over,
making it look easy,
while you listen to a symphony of extra-crackery tourists commenting about their sore backs,
and the heat....
flippin' gingham-flavored white people, yo.
they gets no love from us.....


after all that big fun,
we munched some lunch like hungry hungry hippos at maestro's....
they gots the goods, duders:
pasta fagioli like a mufug.
they even make it vegan factory issue,
straight outta the kitchen.

it's only 2:30, and we've already had a dayfull of dopeness.
the duders at frontside grind, my local delicious coffee spot,
have got a sense of humor.
sorta.
(check the link^^^)

it's time to bring the thunder,
literally, there's a storm starting it's stirrings overhead.
overcast optimism is still in effect.
i'm gonna try to get hit by lightning,
if i can find my metal legs....
(it's a risky operation, but it'll be worth it- watch grandma's boy again.)
take care of your people, people.
word up.
never quiet, never soft...

1 comment:

paulie c said...

yo kid.....you gotta look under the leaves. the mom's never look under the leaves kid!