It's not so much a lack of anything to say as it is a lack of motivation to say it. I don't know why it is that apathy, the bermudagrass of activity, grows so well in warmer temps, stretching and creeping and slowly covering nearly everything if left to its own. Words struggle to find the light of day.
Doesn't make much sense to blame it on the heat, either. When it gets too hot outside and we take refuge in the A/C there's only so much to do. Opportunity knocks and we pretend we're not home.
If there weren't bad seasons there wouldn't be good ones.
So true. I actually thought about taking a picture of a can of gun oil so I would have something to post.
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DeleteMy daughter took me hunting for chanterelle mushrooms in Athens 2 weeks ago and in 15 minutes we gathered over a pound. I had never pursued the wiley chant before and gave it a try here in the low country of Georgia. I went to some of my wild turkey spring haunts and was rewarded with 12 ozs. of yellows and red chants. Last night, we had a feast of sauteed chants in olive oil and garlic served over homemade pasta with freshly grated parmigiano reggiano cheese and Italian parsley. So far no chiggers, seed ticks, hallucinations, chaotic defecation or death sweats....
ReplyDeleteThere are a few high points this time of year. I'd trade those shrooms for a good frost and an open season, though.
Delete38 days until "boom" at grey, feathered darts. No frost in the forecast.
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