Sunday, April 12

the dead shall be raised....


holy cuteness!
the easter bear showed up and rocked it.
yep.
it looks like the whole world is glowing
in lavenderlilac, and pink,
with a little baby blue and mint green, too, my ninjas.
it's a milk-muted whited-down rainbow over here.
fortunately,
i love all that pastel sh!t,
and cellophane grass.

now that we've munched up some breakfast,
skipped church (of course),
and got busy with our newly-arrived fuzzy plush funblops,
we're gonna get goin' on the really relaxing remainder of the day;
cider donuts,
'monsters vs. aliens',
vegan stuffed mushrooms,
(that's what she said)
a blazing barbarian bonfire,
and an hecho en cuba cohiba.
that's what the next 11 hours have in store for me.....

i'm on a mission, mutha-lickas.
to resurrect the spirit of the woodsly goodness.
today's a good day for that kind of thing,
or so i hear.
our woodland wizard walk yesterday turned up a ton of turds and tracks
from our resident backyard bull moose.
it also soaked the seedlings' shoes from their soles to their shins.
wet feet and muddy waters,
those're the first two ingredients in my recipe for success.
i guess i'm takin' another 'nother week of takin' 'er easy;
i've got giddy little girls over here,
and they sure as sh!t don't need to feel the press
of the impending proceedings,
y'heard?
so here's to rural relaxation,
and distress deferral,
to maximizing the moments,
and disregarding the dirty doo-doo butter, ya'll.
it will all work out,
or it won't.
either way,
in the meantime,
i've got seeds i've got to nurture.
they're here.
i'm here.
we're here.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.
that's What Is.
watch out for undead rabbis and enormous rabbits, ya'll;
never quiet, never soft.....

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