No singer can touch Lucinda Williams when she’s calling from the lonely outskirts of Despairville.
Guys, this sounds sooo good.
Awesome night in Lawrence with @spoontheband (at Liberty Hall)
Drunks really have no concept of personal space.
They’re Mayhaws! Or the Missouri cousin of the mayhaw.
I’ve narrowed it down to muscadine or moonseed. Need to cut one open and look at the seeds.
Mom and I killed ‘em. That’s how you end a Saturday.
You find some really gross things when you hang out in the garden after dark.
Researching what these are and if they’re edible. Grapes of some type found on my hike today. The have a very sweet, pleasant odor. But, I’ve been afraid to taste one on case they’re poisonous.
PSA. Thomas’ pumpkin spice English muffins and Roasterie Autumn Harvest coffee are a delicious early fall breakfast.