hospitality,
by way of barbarian traditions,
and the woodsly goodness,
and the hot fire.
that's how we say 'welcome' to summertime.
fiery fountains of freshness...for your face.
hey duders,
y'know why it's so rad at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress?
because we've got a gray fox out back.
for serious.
what?
actually yes, in fact, you are correct:
the red fox IS more common up here, for sure.
somehow we've been bold and fortunate enough
to rate the rare and more excellent hottness,
and are kicking it like the original early new englanders
with our native gnarly, grizzled, gray homeboy.
last night, he tried to hang out with us by the fire-
i guess times must be tough for ol' urocyon cinereoargenteus,
because he all but flung his whole body,
rough, rugged, raw and uncooked,
into the ever-eager animal-aggressive jaws of olive the dog.
now,
when it comes to my little blockheaded best-friend,
y'all'd better recognize:
if you've got more than two legs, she WILL eat you.
that's the truth.
nobody told our fantastic mister fox about this, i suppose.
i take it as more of a cry for help, or maybe delicious compost,
from our little primitive proto-canid,
as he did run off as soon as the slather and spittle started flying.
(relax, no foxes were harmed in the making of this story)
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it's tuesday.
tuesday in the spirited memorybanks and roaring riverbanks.
tuesday in the nestled nooks of the mountains.
there's lots to do.
there always is.
it's getting done,
we're getting busy,
and the Folk Life flavor gets it in.
there's sure to be plenty of daylight to do it in,
although at least a few minutes less than yesterday.
it's all downhill until december.
but until then,
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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