Once again, the skies opened up last night. The endless rain keeps falling. I hate to complain, but between feet of snow and inches of rain, I’m weary of the mud. As the water poured over the road a blue heron stood in the middle fishing a very shallow patch. I’ve seen this happen for years and I imagine it to be the same bird. It is as close to cheating as nature comes.
On one side of the road were these two whirlpools…the suction sound was amazing!
On the other are these two outlets. Coincidence???
I’ve been waiting for a year for the perfect day to set fire to my burn pile. I was smart enough to cover it with a tarp and after all this rain it couldn’t be a safer time to enjoy a little pyromania. My great redneck indulgence (and an homage to my father) is to pour a little gasoline on the pile to get it going. I love the wh-o-o-o-m-p-h it gives off when it catches. You can feel it’s percussive force!
Big pots, big combing
3 lb. planters