Ok, maybe its an off year for the cottonwood trees around my house. Its snowing fuzzies everywhere else but here. The fuzzie blizzard also means that the smallmouth bass are spawning on the Mohawk River.
I saw my first fire flies here last night.
After a good storm blew through late last afternoon, we rescued out first turtle of the year; a baby snapping turtle. I passed him, backed up 50 yds, watched him nearly get clipped by a passing car, scooped him up and brought him into the truck. My girls didn't know what I was doing until I put him on my oldest's notebook (she was doing her homework in the back seat).
She immediately started screaming and the little guy crawled off of her notebook, hit the floor and scurried behind her seat. When we got to my house she had calmed down. They fished him out from behind the seat and brought him down to the culvert on the dirt road to farmer bob's. He'll be sharing his very little, very private pond with a couple of frogs now in a safer place. This dirt road only sees two cars a day. Yes they washed their hand to keep sal from visiting.
The air is heavy enough to make me feel like crap. I delivered my second grant is as many weeks this afternoon and now I only have one more to go with two weeks to finish it.
Right now I wish me to be sitting on a rock in southern Maine waiting for the next big wave come smashing in. I want to lick the salt from my lips in the worst way and jazz on the frothy foam as it waltzes its way in and out around the rocks. I'll listen to the gulls' whines while the seal island light blips off in the distance.
Money or not, here I come........ soon.
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