Not-rat
Friday, 3 January 2025
It was still pretty dark this morning when this critter trundled purposefully past the back door and around the house, zoom: gone. I thought: “Silver Streak” and chuckled har har har.
Musings
(Exhale) Lookee there
Thursday, 2 January 2025
Look at this slow-water river. I’m still working out where all the sand came from. Upstream, yeah, but where?
Totally different scale: look at this dried trunk, cut to clear a path of a fallen tree, probably dead or almost dead when the wind rushed in.
Fiber-loaded augury
Wednesday, 1 January 2025
We dined this evening on hoppin’ john slightly re-imagined, which I sure hope still qualifies to give us good mojo for 2025. The black-eyed peas were fresh, mmmm. I lightly cooked the collards. The grain is off piste—it’s wild rice, which of course isn’t rice botanically…. The broth of all three was from some turkey thigh bones I held back for this evening.