14 08, 2014

Sanctuary Mania at Hungry Holler

I've spent much of the last three years not in OK but in the other start-with-a-vowel state, AZ. Hungry Holler survived my absence. Vines in particular took advantage of lax pruning and chopping and tried to cover my shop. They dang near inundated the well house. There are no annuals. Not even rogues. I haven't thrown seed out in several years. Hens and chicks planters need rehabilitation. The peace sign shorted dark. Getting the peace sign green and glowing was among my first priorities (I can't imagine having just one priority). It took several emails, a phone call [...]

29 01, 2010

RIP PEACE SIGN

I'm bummed the Peace Sign is broken.We've had it out front among the bicycles for years. It's survived strong winds, snow, ice incasement, blistering hot sun. When you consider the entire symbol is based upon two hoola hoops, its longevity is pretty astounding. Every night it glows peacefully. When I'm coming home late, I get a little boost when I see it down the highway, hanging from the big elm tree, reflectors from scores of surrounding bicycles glint like animal eyes in the dark. When Judd was in Afghanistan it helped us keep the faith. Most folks feel [...]

4 09, 2009

Gettin’ Hungry Holler High

The ZSM stubbed his toe on an armadillo tonight after ride-about. I had just disembarked from the lawn barge, when Molly (the world's fussiest former starveling) went nuts. The armadillo broke left, smack dab into one of the ZSM's patrician-length toes. Bad words were few but powerful.I called Sister Juls and Ma from my basket nest 30 feet up Colossus tonight. It's the only place on the Holler where my cell phone works. The Spoonmaster has rigged me a cozy basket thing with multiple redundancies (is it redundant to say multiple redundancies?). Dang. I used to edit. When [...]

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