Wednesday, April 21

righteous prints.

bears!
also pronounced bahrs, or bay-errs, or bez.
however your regionally specific accent inflects it,
they're showin' up every flippin' night.
heck,
they were hangin' out right outside the window while we slept.
like guardian spirit animals,
or hirsute lumbering jacks of awesome appetite.
yeah!
it must be nice, kids...
having your only purpose be to get big and fat
before you take a six month nap.
and of course, as an extra credit sidebar,
to poop in the woods.
(i really like that part)
apparently,
every animal in the charming northlands
wants to eat from our barbarian buffet.
we've graduated from birds and small mammals
to great big burly battle-beasts.
we were camping out right in the big sunroom.
and they were snackin' on some old toast crumbs outside.
olive the dog let us in our their perfectly nighttime invisible A*s.
black on black in a street-lightless forest?
normally,
that's that camoflauge par excellence jauns;
but not with the ever-vigilant
engine-block-head canine cannonball on guard;
the dog can always tell.
now there's huge muddy pawprints on the windows-
directly under the birdfeeders, too.
we put 'em up extra high on purpose after all.
bears!
bear-shirted hairy scary hari-kiri?!
what?
suicidal animal attacking viking warcraft is what's up.
berserker sh!t duders,
is destined to overlap with hungry
hungry honey-suckin' home-invading ursa majors.
i am SO gonna get a rug out of this deal, y'all.
in a knife fight with nature.
or maybe a tooth and nail vegan death match.
we'll see.
me gusta los osos, my ninjas.
and when we're finished fawning over black bears?
it's back down to the green elephant!!
harvest & maple want gourmet vegan eats.
and when little kids are all about good food,
i can't deny them the opportunity to get
all shark-gluttonous with the big fish, duders, now can i?
plus,
when we're in portland,
we'll hit up the art supply superstore.
that means more prints and patterns produced
by the woodsly goodness Folk Life engines.
big fun AND big food!
it's happening as i write.
real life.
time given.
time taken.
really real;
never quiet, never soft.....

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