What do you get when you cross a dry spring, a bone-dry summer, a very wet September and October and a sunny, unseasonably warm late fall?
Not only a lot of bugs, but this. Just taken on November 15. Looks like some seeds may have flown 100 feet from our bird feeder earlier this year to give us this once it started raining. A little more than two months ago, this was all dry and parched:
__________________ "Hey, for every ten dollars, that's another hour that I have to be in the work place. That's an hour of my life. And my life is a very finite thing. I have only 'x' number of hours left before I'm dead. So how do I want to use these hours of my life? Do I want to use them just spending it on more crap and more stuff, or do I want to start getting a handle on it and using my life more intelligently?" -- Joe Dominguez (1938 - 1997)
Last edited by ziggy29; 11-15-2009 at 06:24 PM.
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