Digging 'neath the tomato patch, I uncovered a strange plant that was unlike the usual weeds N detritus. A succulent, perhaps? But how? We did buy the tomatoes at the feed store...late in season and at a discount. Perhaps their soil got blessed with something extra?
Given that OAQ Jr. is enthralled with desert plants, I dug it up and planted it. 'Tis now in the greenhouse with the rest of the fleshy drought-loving plants. Anyone know what it is?
Drink whiskey; make hobo music.
That there is a relic rescued from a flooded house. An ancient student banjo now strung in tri-tar fashion. B-F#-B. A mix of nylon and steel strings. Gonna build a stomp box and make it official. With Canadian blended, this thing completes Ranger Station chill time.
Something powerful soon come! The weather has been spastic and mean; thunder appears to be on tonight's menu. Perhaps...no stomp box needed. Nature shall provide the booms.
No comments:
Post a Comment