perfecti

duders,
talk about timing...
earth day delivery of my mycelium?
mmm-hmmm.
i ordered my stump-creatures from fungiperfecti.com.
and they got here quicker than hurry-up, too.
plug-spawn mushroom cultivars, ninjas.
gross-looking sawdust pills,
inoculated with fungus,
packed and shipped in a 'lifebox'.
a lifebox?

yep, a lifebox.
(that's what she said)
check the details:

c'mon.
mushrooms and tree seeds in a corrugated cardboard container?
on earth day?
that's woodsly goodness, neighbors.
ma nature was SO impressed by our efforts,
she's dumping wet, nasty snow on our heads right now.
seriously.
*
so,
was it a good friday for the warrior poets and battle-beasts?
ummmmm,
well,
women's weak-end bachelorettes filled-in my empty schedule.
you make the call.
*hint: what do massachussetts, alcohol,
and gaggles of gabbing, grabbing, girlie-girls have in common?
***********
it's a snowy, wind-blown saturday, y'all.
and it's the last full day of family togetherness.
how can we make these minutes matter more?
what moves can we make, en masse,
to practice the lightning-striking viking arts
of gratitude, generosity, and gluttony?
you'd better believe it, mutha-uckas-
there IS only one way to doo-doo that tradition-keeping sh!t:
double-b, b!tches.
broccoli bread!!!
you like it,
we love it.
and if you bothered to visit,
we'd even offer you a slice.
the very last night,
pre-road trip,
end-of-vacation,
epicurean awesomeness.
and i even picked up a pound of pure semolina flour.
authentico, ninjas.
on the real.
it's been a time.
a good one, at that.
harvest and maple are really truly great little people,
and i am a lucky sunovagun to be a part of their lives.
it's all really happening,
and i am grateful to span time along with them;
never quiet, never soft.....
(* answer: i can't hang out with NONE of that waterbaby noise, not once, not never)