Swamp Thing
When this post goes live I will have returned from the semi-arid Southwest, my little retreat from Minnesota winter.
The Weaver and I have a recurring discussion about where we’d live if money was no object: the desert, the sea side, a tropical island, perhaps Scandinavia. The deal-breaker for me would be any place without an abundance of fresh water. Mosquitoes aside, there is no place I’d rather be than in a small canoe in some reedy swamp; a place full of slimy life.
The primordial ooze.
A quiet symphony of aromas.
A minimalistic soundtrack.
Getting in touch with my inner amphibian.
Minnesota nice.
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Jono said...
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Friko said...
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Shoshanah Marohn said...
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Emerging from the sea and being mostly water, I have the same need. I have never tried living in an oasis (other than in my own mind), but it might work for desert dwellers. It's been -25 the last two mornings. Welcome back to "at least it's a dry cold."
We were lucky with the weather- most days in Santa Fe were in the mid sixties and sunny. But lord, did I miss seeing water!
I could lend you some wellies for wading.
Got here by accident; sad to see there’s o way of following; I’ll probably lose you again.
Firko ~ No need to follow, attendance is never mandatory in the Professor's classroom.
You could bookmark it, however.
Prof, see today's "rhymes with orange".
Welcome back.
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