Y_I_Otter
Dangerous Terroirist
I'm in farm harvest hell. Food, for the next several weeks or so, will consist of whatever I can coax out of the freezer, pop into the oven and dump onto covered plates that get taken out to the field to indifferent nephs and partner-- stuff eaten while I run a tractor to get a few steps ahead of the crew who's shovelling it in. Last night I was doing laundry at 1 AM and contemplating a complicated murder/suicide scenario that could easily be written off as the last desperate attempt of an over-wrought man to bring order to the Universe.
In the meantime, I passed a lovely cluster of ripe morels at the edge of our bush lot today that were just itching to be hung and dried for some winter extravagance. Due to time constraints, they'll rot.
Pray for me.
In the meantime, I passed a lovely cluster of ripe morels at the edge of our bush lot today that were just itching to be hung and dried for some winter extravagance. Due to time constraints, they'll rot.
Pray for me.