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This is the last night of my current camp arrangement. Most the campgrounds I know of put limits on how long you can rent a camp site for. Campgrounds have been known to turn into homeless camps and become far to colorful for tourist appreciation. The last time she checked on me a few days ago, the campground host told me she would work with me on that one. I have begun asking around about a short-term rental, but I don't want to get in a hurry on that one. Rain is forecast for this weekend but it looks like gentle rain. Just enough to cool things off, followed by some days of sunshine to dry the camp equipment before packing.
The heart tugs in Texas remain as strong as ever, but the mind tugs. . . Not so much. Still not sure I can handle another round of that domestic water closing over my head without a ripple. A lady cannot live by heart, alone?
Dunno. . . Sorting. . .
For now, I think I'll see if the campground host is still willing to work with me on that two week limit. I am still quite enjoying this lonely little campground. A few campers have rambled through, but not many and none for long. The guit-chi has been rockin'!!! There is a southern water snake who lives under the dock. I think the snake is ready to sniff noses with Persilly. Maybe. Neither has forgotten they are natural enemies from different worlds (aquatic/land), but they are no longer running away from one another. The last time I wandered onto the dock during guit-chi, the snake lifted its head a substantial distance above the water to watch Persilly laying quietly on the dock. It sure looked like there was communication going on as they stared intently at one another. Herpetoligist I ain't, but that snake looks like a credit to its species. Fair-sized sucker in my clinical estimation.
Persilly carried a dead racoon into camp this pre-dawn morning. Well. . . Almost into camp. She dropped it easily when commanded. I am not sure it was dead when she found it, but it was most certainly dead by the time the sun rose and I was able to look more closely. I scooped it into a bag and carried it to the dumpster. Not the best day-starter, ever, but far from the roughest.
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Love this, even the racoon. Go Persilly leave the snake take the raccoon. Also the guit-chi. I almost got a harmonica this week., may still get one. I had one from the days of the Posse and played with them. Guitars and blues, (some Janis)good times.
Me and Bobby Mc Magee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7hk-hI0JKw
My dog was fond of bringing me deer legs...
Hope the camp grounds work with you to extend your stay
I hope the lady let's you stay, I feel like the story with the snake isn't over. Remember not to work too hard and rest frequently. ((((Hugs))))
I am set for another week. We found our ass coverage in the fact that I have only been on this side of the lake for a week. While we visited around the business, the chatty camp hosts gave me allot of political insight on the area. The piece of that which is haunting me this morning is that the corn and soy fields surrounding the campgrounds are park land which is leased to local farmers. Those leases are under dispute because of the flood factor. These are river wetlands, after all. . .
This morning the cornfield on the eastern edge of the camp ground is looking more like a bio-remediation project than free lunch. . . Wetland restoration?
No work today. The folks who are heading up the Highway 51 clean up project still have to work for a living and are tending business. Yesterday's back-ache was a stark reminder of my physical condition. My back is recovering nicely, but I am relieved I don't have to test its limit today.
I haven't been actively looking, but I haven't been seeing many European honey bees in the area. None here in camp, but I didn't expect any in the middle of agricultural fields. The same measures which protect the plants from harmful insects will also impact the beneficial insects.
A lone European honey bee was scouting my morning coffee this morning. Where'd you come from, honey?