sitting in my chicken's yard
drinking cold red wine
swallows above dart and swoop

Well I did say I wanted Spring

Just not this kind.



Seriously, earth? SERIOUSLY?!? I have water enough to drown an elephant coming down and now I've got burbles of it coming up.

And keep in mind that this wasn't even in the lowest point in the pasture. Not by a long shot. I guess that we won't have to worry about our well running dry any time soon. (Frantically knocking on wood now.)

And now, on an endless loop in my head, sung to the tune of "In the Ghetto"

And the rain's coming down,
And the spring's perking up,
And a whiney little goat bleats "Feed me up!"
In the Hollow (in the Hollowwww)

You're welcome. ;)

A Fathers Day Limerick

My muse in his purest form, watching the Sounders and drinking beer.

Sent my fella,
to Cabela's,
to buy himself a gift.
But he should note,
that if he brings home a boat,
that he and it,
will be set,
adrift.

Fall in Western Washington is...

...shoes that are never completely dry.

...Starbucks lines that are twice as long.

...salmon fishing.

...homemade soup for dinner.

...walking through a spider web every 10 steps.

Thank you for enduring my corny list. Now, for the higher brow folk among you, a haiku for fall in the South Sound -

Fire up the sump pump!
Rain, wind, pine needles flying
Mildew explosion

I think I may have had a little too much caffiene this morning.