september fruit.

Perfect.
that's how this morning went.
i read 'snuff'....
then i got a super sensory-pleasing baguette.
then some lunch,
a reciprocating saw purchase,
and a head start on sawin' logs and stilt parts...
i've got a bucket of oak-seeds ready for roasting on an open fire.
i have no idea if acorns smell good when they're gettin' fired up,
but i'm fittin' to find out.
no, not for eating, kids,
but for deep woods aromatherapy,
and a convenient donation to the forest guardian spirits.
potential trees, coiled up in a tiny nut grenade,
ready to explode a great big burly blast of growth....
i'm just jumping ahead,
and having a premature forest fire,
why wait for old growth grandfathers to grudgingly give way to quickbeam babies?
every acorn is a rebirth bullet,
i'm setting 'em off in a viking sendoff suited to scented slices of september evening.
i spit hot acorns, son.

i was sawing all kinds of sh*t,
with the radio on outside,
all trailery and that,
i felt pretty barbarian today,
using an axe, chopping hemlock arms and legs,
hurting myself in an attempt at epic masculinity,
dripping blood from cuts and mosquito bites....
those muthaflippin' skeeters!!!, ya'll.
even frost doesn't seem to kill those little bloodthirsty b!tchbags.
but maybe this horrifying amputee can fight fire with fire?

jess snapped this shot, 
as i scampered as far as i could get from this little peter parker paralyzer.
and while it was under glass at that,
because there's NO flippin' way i can hang out with something so awfully awful.
he's actual size ya'll,
no matter how big your screen is.
even with only 5 legs, yo.
even with the promise of radioactive super-powers......
i don't get down on the order araneae.
spindle-waxy and jumpity?
juice-sucking sharp face getters?
complimentary nightmares?
check. check. double-check.


falling leaves and falling temperatures,
the nighttime air sucks out the heat,
after the trees spit hot fire during the day.
some of the prettiest redheads this side of ireland...
sugar maples make me psyched.
every single day.

Perfect.
like i said.
ending the day with a fat-bellied feast of september fruit.
apple cider,
apple fritters,
apple sauce,
apple PIE.
apple cobbler.

^^this little number is sorta ALL of those tasty treats in one.
yum4tum, my ninjas.
fall days and nights,
blurring by at breakneck pace.
time is passing.
time is spanning.
time is what i am grateful for havin' been given;
never quiet, never soft....