Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Summertime


Summertime, and the living's easy. A foggy morning, and the ducks are plump. Indecipherable scribbling on a misty spider's web can only be interpreted by mystics and minor prophets.

Or, maybe E.B. White.




Meanwhile, ample rains and favorable weather has the early sweet corn almost ready to harvest.


8 comments:

  1. I would like to take a long walk off of that short pier.

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  2. Don't let the sweet corn fool you Larry, life sucks around here. And, it's a long drop off that short pier at low tide.

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    1. I don't know Hermit, looks like a pretty sweet set up to me. Unless there are creepy children in that there corn. Speaking of which, when are you gonna mow it down to build a baseball diamond?

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    2. I'm thinking more like a dirt track.

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    3. Even with the allure and romance associated with bi-yak trips down the river Ganges...I think I'd go with a baptism in your duck pond, might not be so fowl...

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  3. Plant it and they will grow . . . fiends, bloggers, hermits, lend me your ears.

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    1. "..lend me your ears."
      I get it. Whitey you amaize me.

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