Ears found a robin baby, tried to save or at least honor him by building a wee bachelor pad complete with salami and frito, then put it back into the tree like a condo-sarcaphogus. All his life, Ears will gut me, over and over, just being him.

The bathroom bush, a Rose of Sharon, the flowers are pink later in july and the hummingbirds go crazy, I watch them out the window when I pee

dickbutter, old school, everything that touches it in the making shall be vintage

the balsamic sausage thing reimagined with the ingredients for the dip inside - the 100 year old sausage market- their new recipe this year 

I look at the year-round houses (of course) - the ones around here have VIEWS like that, all around, tons of em, you can see for miles

I shouldn't...but 🫠 so cute

must be some Black people around here somewhere 🤞 - the outfits are hand knitted church lady batshit 🫶

 (woo free)

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