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Please tell Pedinska I saw a hummingbird. It visits the holly bush outside my window. I'd forget my head if it were not pasted -glued on with Silly Putty.
Bah. If I didn't have poison ivy on my fingers, I'd extend,
a bird's right wing to shake as a gesture of old Kentucky?
I love the Kentucky blue grass state. I once saw Wendell Berry's home place. The farmer raises sheep, and has beautiful llamas to keep the sheep company. Wendell does Not read blogs. He's too busy being at peace with Nature. Wendell Berry reminds me of an attorney, W.B's brother practices rural (country pumpkin) law in Kentucky. I visited the Berry graveyard. I was amazed. There are dead graves there that have inscribed on the stone markers, some of the same-same names that are in my James/Evans Family Tree. Pedinska. I walked through the Wendell Berry graveyard on a rainy day. Yes. bah. Thanks. Blessed rain.
Morels do taste best if wet from natures blessed rain drops.
