The birds sing in the moonlight,
the router bubbles on all cylinders.
I pour another shot of rot gut
and climb into the bosun’s chair.
The girls in the band all had their meatpacker’s badge.
As Mordecai Cubitt Cooke famously said in An Introduction to the Study of Microscopic Fungi, it must be a courageous person who would attempt to stew a Stinkhorn in all its glory.
Our own bulbs are just barely out of the ground, you can’t see them unless you look under the mulch.
Should I remove the mulch?
Here’s the remainder of the regional district compost:
The compost bins:
The two-year-old stuff (with a frozen lump):
Last year’s remains: