Down & Dirty
What's a little dirt between friends?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
a night out
It's not the John, but it IS one of the sweetest camping spots I've ever seen,
replete with special sitting stones in the swift, cool water.
Some crazy dude showed up with red wine and smoked oysters! Literally floated across the river in an inner tube with a sack full of hors d'oeuvres, I kid you not.
The lumberjack isn't there every night...we lucked out.
The handsome valet works for tips.
Friday, August 3, 2012
after the rain
In the excitement of picking giant quantities of blueberries and blackberries, my glasses fell out of my pocket. My green and brown glasses that blend in perfectly with the grasses and dried stems of the fields I tramped through.
We looked, we found nothing, and as I trudged home, eyes down cast, I saw a small white ball on the ground. And another. And another. A grassy schoolyard after the rain, full of Agaricus campestris.
And you know what? It actually made me feel better. Of course I still need new glasses.