Wednesday, July 9

out on the patio, daddy-o!


my patio garden is being enjoyed.
tomatoes are ripening,
peppers are peppering,
cucumbers are doing whatever cucumbers do.
good soil lends itself to good times.
so grow.


nature.
more of ya'll should get up here.
nature is good for you...


from the depths.
the crayfish, in the old days, was called a crab.
really, it's true.
it symbolizes cancer, the astrological sign.
which is happenin' right now.
(pictures of underwater stuff are hard to get.)

can you see the blueness?
these things are pretty fresh.

it didn't start raining until i finished working!
(on my normal day off, at that)
i hit up the dentist,
and, GOOD NEWS!,
i have big, horselike, wonderful teeth.
after that early morning treat,
i did some workin',
and the minute i wrapped up what i was doing,
thunderclaps, ka-pow!!
and biblical floodwaters erupted.
perhaps ma nature is gettin' a little payback on me with this rain,
for bein' so woodsly,
but not rockin' the woodsly yellow choppers?
i can't be sure,
but i sure am soaked.

more serious sagas are ready to be written,
i'm on it,
never quiet, never soft.....

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