Hahaha...well that oran utan story doesn't have anything to do with gardening, so I won't bore you with it. it seems that you have gotten the feel of how it was. The word, "mysterous"doesn't really cover the range of feelings that I experienced that day. It was dark, moist and plenty of leeches reaching from the leaves. On my little trip it wasn't quiet at all, rather there were animal and insect sounds coming from conceiled places. It wasn't really scary for me, but it did make me feel vulnerable, so I was hyper-alert. My eyes didn't miss a thing, I don't think. I saw insects, lizzards leaf patterns. It was like I had taken some sort of attention enhansing drug or something. I really did seem to see every little detail and hear every sound-- loud and soft.
i remember feelings like that sjoerd. it's amazing what a kid's mind can conjure up in dark foresty plaaces. daisy, mom used to steam the crabs in a little salt water from the ocean. that waas the key, steaming not boiling. dad would spread newspaper all over the kitchen table and set the nutcrackers out and cloth napkins. as i recall, we always had a nice big salad, lots of melted butter, some homemade french bread that we'd put the 'tomale' on, the green stuff. mom and dad had homemade beer and us kids had homemade root beer. we did the same with lobsters and steamed clams. we lived on the bay and went 'clamming' in the mud flats all the time. close to the shore were steamers, a littler further out were cherry stones, way out were the quohogs. this was before red tide and all that. each of us kids had our own lobster trap we set in the bay, and every day we'd take our dingy out and check them. lots of times when we were out in our folk's big boat, twelve-footer outboard, a lobsterman friend of ours would come by in his boat and dump a bucket of live lobsters or crabs in our boat on the floor boards and laugh and laugh and laugh at us while we tried to avoid getting bit. i miss that wonderful seafood!
Mary Ann I did love your walk,The Robin was a cutie but I enjoyed all of your childhood memories.What fun your memories were.I enjoyed every photo you posted such beauty.I love bridges. Thank you so much for the invigorating walk.
Poor robin! Sometimes they migrate back here a little bit too early in spring, and have to contend with the white stuff. Enjoy your snowy winter (send some our way!).
Kasey -- Last year and this year both, the robins have been here in early February, in time for a snow or two. I could be wrong, but I don't recall them arriving that early before last year. Poor things, I hear them chupping just before dusk just like in the winter. Glenda, I like coming back over the bridge each evening -- ahh, home. Kasey I loved hearing about your childhood adventuring. It does sound similar to our experiences here with crabbing and fishing and oystering. I am in total agreement -- crabs must be steamed, never boiled. We steam ours with water, beer and a lot of spicy Old Bay seasoning. Sjoerd... you're giving us the orang utan story a little at a time. What happened next?
What a great winter walk. I love seeing the sunset and walking by the water side. Thanks for sharing some of your beauiful state.
