So Pupster sent me this gallery last week of the clathrus archeri, or “octopus stinkhorn”. It’s not edible, it’s hideous, and it stinks like methylamine to attract flies and wasps to spread its spores and propagate. Destroy on sight, turn the earth, and bleach the mycellium.
Those aren’t eggs, those are the immature fruiting bodies yet to burst.
Happy Monday!
Gotta call around to get the truck moved to a professional, so here’s the slate o’ pics for today.
Renn Faire soul thief.
It’s still pretty darned hot here, but the nights are getting cooler. Make the most of what remains if you’re due for snow in a few months.
She looks good in snow.
Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
This song reminds me of simpler days. Both brothers-in-law would dance with Mr. RFH’s sisters to this song. “Jersey Boy” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Of course, this was long before Springsteen turned into a liberal turd, or if he was, he kept it on the down low.
I’m going to miss her.
On to the hunks.
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About 2/3rds of it is onto the burn pile already, with some of the leafy bits still on a tarp in the front yard waiting to be hauled out back. Couldn’t put a ton of time into it yesterday without getting pretty wiped out, I cut it down and then hauled for about 2 hours total. 90+ degrees both days I worked on it, and I managed to sunburn my back when I was hauling.
Ugh, the Smith machine.
We did a full 48 hours without mom this weekend, and it went as well as could be expected. I was exhausted afterward and just barely made it out of bed this morning, though. Should be a fun week on the job.
It took 45 minutes to get her hair to look right. Just speculating.
Blazing hot all weekend, so I didn’t get as much done outdoors as I’d have liked. Got some trees trimmed along the western fence line just as it was starting to rain, but I didn’t get around to hauling them to the burn pile (which is already too large) on Sunday. Did get a few more things moved out of the sun room, which we’re hoping to have at least presentable by Saturday when we celebrate Possum’s 3rd bday with the family. Plenty to get ready by then. At least the lawn is barely growing.
Eva doing a self-check.
Good morning, Happy Independence Day, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
Happy birthday to the best country in the world, and sincere thanks to those who defend and have defended it.
And to the fake news media, Mad Maxine, socialists, antifa, etc.
Now for the hunks.
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