Thursday, February 5, 2015

LIKE SMOKE AND OAKUM

If'n ye' know them words, run like 'em. Nautical terms. Haul full sail an head downwind, sailor.

A Pineapple Express is blowing in. Rain, Rain and if you don't care for it: More Rain. Spring done sprung. It's about damned time. At least they're warm.

Like it or don't, not, won't, can't, it's wet out there. The Call is for 10" over a week. Now, I don't know that I believe that number but, it wouldn't surprise me, none. "Don't like the weather? Wait a half hour." Thus goeth the folkway.

I like rain. It "cleans everything up, and brings mushrooms, with a period of sun afterwards. Black Chanterelles? Yea, Buddy. Goldens? Just as well. Spring brings the early flush.

05:00. A great time for rain to begin.

More later. There's a movie on, coffee brewed, cigarettes burning, all that "morning stuff."

-Doc


Not as good as the real stuff but, "what the Hey?"

   

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