the winds.

uh-huh.
it's windy.
and winds bring all kinds of good stuff.
change.
war.
answers.
although, it does seem somewhat unlikely any antlers
will get gale-forced to the front porch.
therefore, maybe not all the answers are available.
you know what else hard-style hurricane gusts get busy bringing?
all the sunovabitchin' leaves i just blew elsewhere.
so hilarious, yeah?
a blow off blow-up, in my own backyard.
REdoo-dooing yard work is even flippin' better than being done with yard work!
someone is obviously kidding me.
yeah.

meanwhile,
back in the woodsly goodness Folk Life thankful fortress,
we're getting ready to instigate a big fat bunch of
gratitude and generosity.
sharing the setting with my traditional posse of fresh ones,
munching up an almost completely cruelty-free barbarian battle-beast feast.
(if i'm cooking, there's gonna be some cruelty, probably of the intolerable, mental variety)
berserker viking holiday shark gluttony is also probably going to be there as well.
of course, vegan shark-gluttony,
during the season of harvested plenty,
just isn't quite as gross as beating the stuffing out of the stuffed cadaver of a mutant bird.
oven taxidermy, an' that.
(those ones just aren't sexy...at all.)
the worst part of manufactured holidays?
grocery shopping.
hands down, the most disgusting display of greedy, needy, grubby griminess.
i'm not joking, either;
i've only got herbs and spices,
sprouts and 'taters,
and some cornmeal on my must-have list.
i mean, what's offensive about some organic non-gmo cornmeal?
no one darn thing, ya'll.
try saying that about a bird's butthole filled with stale bread.
woooooord.
but once the goods are procured,
the all-the-way-to-eleven hottness canget underway-
my not-as-small-as-they-used-to-be's are coming up,
so are jim and holly,
and i'm sure some other duders and peoples'll pop over during the day as well.
there's gonna be plenty of vegan treats to be eaten,
and plenty of good folks, good music, and good vibes to take in, too.
we're more than happy to share...
so come on by,
and bring your shark-glutton bib.
we're grateful for the year as it exists to this day,
and you ninjas can have a slice of pie and celebrate with us.
(you may be asked to rake the lawn, afterwards)
never quiet, never soft.....