The days become painfully long. Earth’s axis continues to tilt toward our nearest star inviting warmth and several guests to share in the night sky. Aquila, Cynus and Hercules have come to party. Ophiuchus forgot his own booze, instead opting to bring his Lyra and regale us with songs of old performed extremely out of tune.
Add to the resume “Painter Extraordinaire.” Sarah and I had the pleasure of collaborating on a piece together at a painting class taught by our friends Charlie and Carol at Uptown Art Uncorked. Who knew my wife was this multi-talented?
The largest of the year – thus far.
Once we find the a** end of this classic, our dreams will finally materialize. Waiting is the name of the game. Since finding the engine, new front axle, and fuzzy dice, I’ve carved hash marks into the dash counting the days till the machine is complete. Three hundred and fifty-six so far. The parts we need have shipped out and should arrive within nine days.
A wonderful carpet of tree bark to cushion the step of the weary gardener.
It’s on once again. The annual dash for the elusive morel. May the odds ever be in your favor.
The flood of memories threatens to destroy a life of calm servitude I have constructed. A freight train plowing into the misplaced auto on the tracks couldn’t have done more damage. “Its not the water, its the blowing wind,” the insurance representative tells me observing the damage, “and you’re not insured for wind damage.” He tells me to relax, contemplate my options, and try to file another claim in three hundred and sixty-five days.
My 2012 morel season kicked off with a gift from fellow shroomer Art. Dried delectables from last years hunt spurred a frenzy with in me that has yet to be quenched.
Lost in a sea of concrete and brick. Navigating through the jungles of steel and glass.
Each individual light was hand-crafted with the utmost care. Rogue Amish craftsmen, who renounced their renouncement of all things electrical, oversaw the construction. Each light took a painstaking three hundred and sixty-five hours to complete. All three hundred and sixty-five lights were wired to illuminate the darkness with in three hundred and sixty-five seconds of sunset.
