...with the Beatles.

...while on an acid trip...

Oh now I am intrigued.

I can't tell if this is real or a joke. It's a pretty JAWS-esque composition.

Pies made with homegrown fruit (your neighbor's counts) are magic.
Make a wish when you eat a slice.

I thought perhaps she was made of M&Ms.

Honey, don't.

Pretty, but expensive upkeep.

Alas. Sad situation all around. Fingers crossed for the future.

The Wordle was "Gizmo".

This is how I view my Substack posts. If I wait to make it "good" I likely won't post it and if I work on it it might lose the spontaneous liveliness of the original. (This is not how I treat my fiction writing however. That gets reworked a lot. Most of it.)

I hope that sweet little library is still open.

Doesn't removing them cost more than leaving them there?

If you go into the woods today, you're in for a big surprise.