A little village of mushrooms on a stick I picked up to throw over the fence.
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Mist on the Kings River
Just took this photo from the county road on the ridge looking towards the Kings River and Berryville beyond.
Growing Wild
Wild squash or wild zucchini? I consulted an expert and it could be either.
A 7-year Old Philosopher’s Quote of the Day
Minutes ago, my nephew was told that his video game was “too loud.” Sagely, he replied.
That’s how the world works. It’s too loud.
Summer Morning Mist in the Ozarks
Because our county road runs along a high ridge top, there are several spots where you can see many miles eastward.
This morning, however, a heavy mist obstructed the view of the lower elevations.
This is not uncommon as just east of us is the valley through which the Kings River runs.
The river is a virtual fog machine.
My Nature Conservancy Membership
I’ve been an ardent supporter of The Nature Conservancy since about 1980 when my older brother, standing next to the bunk beds in our shared Northern Virginia bedroom told me about a group quietly buying up valuable real estate to protect wildlife. He rightly thought I’d be interested in such activities. You may honestly question my passion for habitat conservation though as I did not immediately apply for membership. The excuse that I was only eleven years old is feeble even to my embarrassed ears.
Fast forward to now and I’m a longtime member of The Nature Conservancy. When the annual renewal arrived, I jumped on the internet bandwagon and paid my dues online. Imagine my surprise when this envelope was left in the mailbox up on the county road. My legal name isn’t Deep Hollow and I’ve been a faithful member for 28 years. Obviously, wires have been crossed. I predict that this internet thing people are starting to talk about will ultimately fail.
Where’s the Respect? Where’s the Fear?
Just now in the dimming light, walking to the house with Shrek, I jumped sideways before it even registered in my brain that a copperhead was whipping his body frantically at my feet. I wasn’t the reason for the strange contortions, though. Walking just a bit in front of me and inches from my leg, yellow dog Shrek had rudely stepped on the snake’s head and then continued on his way. Copperheads are generally treated with respect, if not fear and this 2 foot fellow was obviously insulted by the breach of protocol.
Pinkley Lane of Berryville, Arkansas
Perhaps memory fails but I thought the street sign at this location used to read “Pinkly” Lane. I’d noted the misspelling of the local surname with disapproval for decades. Today while traversing the fair city of Berryville I noticed this replacement sign has corrected spelling.
65 Years Ago Today, Sgt Pepper Taught the Band to Play
Duane O’Connor asked, “Do you know where I was 65 years ago today?”
Patriotic Display
While out visiting near Eureka Springs, Arkansas, I saw this patriotic display with both the American and Scottish flags. Very nice indeed.
NCIS Eureka
The other morning in town I stopped at the bakery next to Harts. Walking up to the counter I passed a tall gentleman wearing a blue ball cap that said, “NCIS Eureka.” While ordering one of those ham and cheese deals that tastes so good, I started wondering about the hat. While ordering stuffed muffins to hand out to the kids, I decided I would ask the tall man where he had acquired the cap and wondered if I might mention to him that my father had worked for the precursor organization to NCIS for several years. The man had been standing next to the tables where locals frequently gather for morning coffee and conversation, but he was gone when I turned around. Exiting the air conditioning into the humid warmth, I scanned the sidewalk and parking lot knowing that the overwhelming odds were that he was just a fan of the popular television franchise and not a retired special agent or whatever, but I wished I could have made sure.
Third Year in a Row
I was in a hurry this morning, but I glanced at the barn as I always do and noticed something out of the ordinary. Driving away I clicked a quick photo.
Enlarging the photograph, you can see the youngster in the window. It’s always amazing to see how fat, white and fluffy a Black Vulture baby is. I hope I see it again so I can attempt a better picture.
