...when the nations shall hammer their whoopie cushions into cradles? This obscure Biblical reference introduces Coyote's latest creation. Apparently whoopie cushions are common enough around here to be considered a raw material for our dolls. And I'm posting some photos from the farm. This is where I'd want to raise my kids. Our back yard is a lake with public access meadows and woods all around it. Everyday, we can walk down, through the rows of peach trees, through the old milk weed meadows, the once-upon-a-homestead corkscrew willows, and the wild junipers to the lake's edge. It's a talkative lake that's creaking, groaning, and popping a lot now that it's over 40 degrees. This is good: no car, no roads, nothing stands between me and nature. I simply leave my door and there she is. Although, I am getting a little sick of her shabby-chic, frosted-leaf look.
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