and the woodsly goodness is wild and alive with moonbeam magic.
no foolin',
there's a lot going on out there in this sprouting and spurting
northern mountain vale.
flowers are blooming in places i didn't plant them-
the wandering seeds and roots have found their way to the safe haven
of this Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
and have taken up residence, welcome, but uninvited,
and that's pretty cool.
uh-huh.
work is picking up in the best/worst possible way-
like,
if you were literally starving,
and happened upon a giant buffet of all your least favorite foods,
you'd be relieved and forlorn all at once, y'know?
on the one hand,
you are saved and sustained,
but on the other,
you are rescued by the least desirable version of a necessary circumstance.
haha.
that's about right.
anyway,
the moon is wild ridin' across the night sky,
and the rest of the day is racing to catch up...
oh,
and i made this the other day:
fast and loose, neighbors.
that about sums up these past few days.
there's more of all of it where this has come from,
and it seems like where we're going,
there's no shortage of any of it, either.
hard styles;
long, bright nights;
dark dark dark moodswings, slingshots and ricochets;
it's warming up, and toughening up, and growing up,
all right here, all at once,
and by tonight, if all goes according to plan,
there will be a culmination of events,
colliding inside of a springform pan,
and possibly a shallow circle of supreme stuffed stuff as well.
if it doesn't end with good food,
then it still has to keep on happening as far as i'm concerned.
i don't know if you've noticed,
but there's one item that's been absent from this communique
for a week.
no?
oh.
well,
tomorrow should see us fixin' that,
when i document the truth of what's poppin'.
yup.
it's about to get deep,
and it's about to get fresh.
tonight is the night, almost as bright as last evening, twice as wet,
and just as busy.
it's all the way live over here,
and it's about to move up a level;
never quiet, never soft.....
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