Today, the song we are singing is "la la la I can't heeeeear you" to the weather reports, because we are refusing to accept that it is snowing on the date of the vernal equinox.
And by "we," of course I mean Violet and me. The other residents of Belfry HQ have their heads under the covers and are refusing to come out.
20 March 2015
13 March 2015
people drive from miles around
Since it is Friday, here is a dose of funk.
The garden is waking up, and so am I. More next week, I hope.
The garden is waking up, and so am I. More next week, I hope.
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Friday Dose of Funk
09 March 2015
too early for white boughs
The melt has started.
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spring
27 February 2015
And the rhythm of vision is a dancer
There's a lot going on here, but I'm always struck by the lyrical genius of George Clinton. Look up the words to this jam -- say on MetroLyrics -- and marvel in the wordplay.
But first, go wiggle.
But first, go wiggle.
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Friday Dose of Funk
twisted olive trees, high on the scents of thyme
*nose pokes up from a burrow*
Oh hello there. Yes, I am still alive and I do still occasionally do things other than listen to funk.
Like this.
Oh hello there. Yes, I am still alive and I do still occasionally do things other than listen to funk.
Like this.
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knitting
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