On nights likes these I can feel the prickles of my old scars festering like gnarled brambles through my ribcage
Now that it's almost actually fall I'm gonna try to clear a bunch of the brambles (and the fucking privet) out and see what the state of things is, but I know from other parts of the fence that it's not gonna be great
Morning Yarden Bird Report: cool morning, lots of usuals, several Grosbeaks, 3 very active Magnolia Warblers, and why not, the first Blue-headed Vireo and Yellow-throated Vireo I've seen here all year, just hanging out.
Is it stupid or brave to wander the forest in a Bigfoot suit with your large pendulous breasts swaying in the breeze and getting tangled up in brambles?
Would that I could be a rat gathering brambles