Tonight, I lay in the dead grass of my backyard and identified various shapes in the backlit gray clouds.
Again, five minutes of picking.
The grains on the top shelf are from the co-op, but all the dehydrated greens are mine.
Bread and butter pickles. Yeah!
January me always so appreciates August me.
Fyi, 20 pounds of local, organic, dry-aged beef fits in a timbuktu bag.
Yes, my zucchini plant is 2/3rds the height of the shed.
Tonight I shall enjoy some of nature’s finest pharmaceutical, legally. It’s a wonderful time to be alive.
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