Trust me when I say that I don’t care if you believe me or not. Probably you don’t. Although I don’t care that you will not believe me, I still feel the need to convince you. Note also, that I hate you for making me convince you of what I know to be true. If […]
The rain rain rain came down down down In rushing rising riv’lets Till the river crept out of its bed And crept right into Piglet’s For Piglet he was frightened with quite a rightful fright And so in desperation a message he did write He placed it in a bottle and it floated out of […]
My little roadside macrofungi has run its course. Gone are the lustrous mustard and golden yellow colors. Now it looks like a dried up and discarded pizookie. The ants were enjoying themselves.
The macrofungi is still in place. Since it is beside a road and close to a popular campground, I assumed some little bad kid would come along on his/her bicycle and knock it over already. But, it’s still there and getting wider and little more grotesque looking every day.
When I first saw the above sign I wondered, “Why does the BBC [British Broadcasting Corporation] have to be mixed up in this mess? I love the BBC! Upon further exploration, I discovered BBC in this context means something vulgar (racist and sexist), and quite droll.
Growing through a forked stick.