mjolnir

early winter squash harvesting!
we have a special farmstand just down the road,
especially suited to getting autumn treats.
in fact, that's pretty much the only time it's even open.
i can't tell you in accurate phrases how much that makes me get excited.
one season, one crop, one purpose.
specialized rural retail.
i'm tellin' you guys,
these cropmasters have got it dialed in,
like a laser-guided lightningbolt of lucrative laziness.
stuff just does what it does, because that's the way it IS,
it grows.
and when it's done,
you go get it,
and then you got it.
going on and getting it in.....
that's Folk Life, mutha-uckas.
recognize.


i mean, really,
if this kind of stuff doesn't give you a good feeling,
then there is seriously something wrong with you.
woodsly goodness, in muthaflippin' full effect,
with pumple-babies, and weird corn, and gourds.....
this is the kind of simple thunder that just being around is dope......

wow.
real migrant workers were reppin'  back-of-the-pickup-trucking pumpkins straight outta the patch!!!
old dudes in overalls were supervising the whole thing,
and a friendly lady made fun of my brokeback ass-walk.
and she told a story about her drunk husband trying stilts and getting hurt, too!
regrettably, since i was sober when it happened, and still was when we talked,
she was relatively unsympathetic to my injury.
awesome!!!
i came for the pumpkins, not the pleasant conversation anyway.....
mission accomplished.

c'mon.
how is this not some oh-so-fresh fall flavor?
'pump-ke-mons',
that's what the sign next to 'em says.
don't believe me?
come up and see for yourself.
$0.45 each.
sometimes,
i feel like an old-timey new englander.
the real deal, charles wysocki painting kind,
full-hearted and feelin' it filled fat,
full of fairground fun and fall festivities....


weird corn.
like i said.
september sunshine seemes to have sweetened the scene up here.
check these little bitty niblet babies out:



the twisty husks are pretty much what's poppin' in my world right now.
i don't know who i am tattooin' today,
but they better be down with some vegetation corkscrew shavings,
because i'm addin' 'em in,
like it or not.
i'm sayin'...


these fellas live on my porch.
positive energy, my ninjas.
put out in piles to give praise and thanks for the time i get to spend.
i'm ready.
never quiet, never soft...