So my mysterious neighbor paid my yard another visit in the night. Or maybe just strolled up in broad daylight when I wasn't looking out my window. Or could it have been a different neighbor? (This trailer park is mostly inhabited by foxes.) And replaced the snake flag with a LGB-related flag. I'm no canid, but I'm no Ovis aries either, s0 I don't mind the fun. Come spring, who knows... an LGBTQIA2S+ flag? In Lopstick, stranger things have happened...
A mist did arise from the Lopstick trailer park... Or did it descend? No matter, the unmasked air is chill and damp, and is seeping into my abode, leaving me and my sweaters and blankets feeling cool and clammy. I snapped this pic in the early morn of last Monday... or was it Wednesday? No matter, the days are blurring together as they are wont to do in the final months of the year, and as I, are immune to rationality and reason... And as you can see, the blue-glowing crabapp
The weather has taken a dip again. No more moonlight strolls for me until spring... and with the hard frosts I'm spending more time indoors and entertaining myself online. And so today I happened across another view of Lopstick, this time of the goings-on to the north of the trailer park. Cabins and rentals and such. Tourist-type trappings. Seems a developer took an interest in the pristine wilderness just a couple miles from the former Superfund site bordering my backyard. A
The temperature's been dipping below freezing this past week. And so yesterday, after a friendly neighbor mowed over my frozen marigolds, I dug up the center of my garden (where I plant any potatoes that go rogue over the winter) and harvested 21 of the progeny (nicely matching the current year). I boiled and ate the 21 potato salute for dinner. Most of them were marble-sized or smaller, and the rest weren't much bigger than that. Back in the garden I also found two small oni