Archive for November 2nd, 2009

One of my friends and I went hiking yesterday.   Throwing aside all responsibilities to gardens full of weeds, and flying in the face of conservation and respectful use of resources, we drove clear into Arkansas to the Buffalo River National Wilderness Area and visited Lost Valley. It is a truly magical place, with caves, waterfalls, waterfalls falling out of caves, ferns, moss, rocks and water.








We arrived home to a sumptuous repast of chicken in a roasted tomato sauce, fresh garden salad, pasta or rice, and flourless chocolate cake.   Jim was consoling himself for the dismal loss of his team, the SF 49ers.   After dinner, Jim and I enjoyed a nice hot sauna.

All in all, a wonderful day.

Now I have a choice.   I can dust the living room or I can weed the day lily bed.   I’m sure you all can guess what I’ll be doing on this beautiful sunny fall day. But first I have to do something with the figs that ripened while my back was turned.

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