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Is this just before He led them into battle with the Chillistines?

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We had some snow in Lawrence County this past Monday. I didn't measure it but guessing 7 or 8 inches across my back yard. We had covered up Patsy's flowers in case the local guy was right and he was.
Okay, Wayne.

I'm looking at this picture and thinking, "there better be some chairs and a small fridge over there." I took a closer look. "Good. At least a swing."

There needs to be some chairs and a small fridge over there. Hell, where do you sit to stare at the clock and watch time pass?

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There needs to be some chairs and a small fridge over there. Hell, where do you sit to stare at the clock and watch time pass?
You can't tell from that picture but there's a wooden picnic table, two swings, a green swing you can't see, and several chairs. The bee hive is actually in a rocking lawn chair. The fridge is on the inside of the shed.
 
That damn hippie at Cracker Barrel may have caved about the restaurants' theme and menu, but she got away with this utter nonsense.

I never had a problem with the just dumb or ig-no-ra-moose label. Made me want to beat my previous score, not crawl into a corner with a stuffed animal.

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Stupid ass, soft parenting and participation trophies...

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I think if and when we get to plan another Florida trip, unless we're taking our grandson to Disney, which won't be for several years, it'll be back to Key West. There's none of the pretentious of Destin or the (elements) of the Redneck Riviera. Everyone is so mellow in Key West.
 
I think if and when we get to plan another Florida trip, unless we're taking our grandson to Disney, which won't be for several years, it'll be back to Key West. There's none of the pretentious of Destin or the (elements) of the Redneck Riviera. Everyone is so mellow in Key West.
Yep, we love it. If you like it this time of year you should really come mid January to late February. All the spring break crowd that has been here the last couple of weeks aren't here so less morons on bikes and college kids stumbling down the sidewalk. Don't come for Christmas or new years.
 
An unusual patch of Dwarf Iris on a ridge top. Most of the time we find these along the side of a creek.
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Beautiful. Spring hiking always brings surprises. Trillium a little more north, but my favorites are the violets, mainly because of family memories. We'd be out riding in the woods, maybe going to get the heart pine kindling that was still available in the mountains just south of Birmingham (Signal Point, Penitentiary, Pine Mountain), and we'd be on the lookout for those violets, specifically the two-tones. We'd stop, my Dad would have a shovel and they'd be in the bed of the pickup, set to join others on the front bank of our house. Also, we'd catch a whiff of a sweet shrub (Carolina Allspice), and we'd dig those up, too.

Here's one I saw on a trail in Arkansas:

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Beautiful. Spring hiking always brings surprises. Trillium a little more north, but my favorites are the violets, mainly because of family memories. We'd be out riding in the woods, maybe going to get the heart pine kindling that was still available in the mountains just south of Birmingham (Signal Point, Penitentiary, Pine Mountain), and we'd be on the lookout for those violets, specifically the two-tones. We'd stop, my Dad would have a shovel and they'd be in the bed of the pickup, set to join others on the front bank of our house. Also, we'd catch a whiff of a sweet shrub (Carolina Allspice), and we'd dig those up, too.

Here's one I saw on a trail in Arkansas:

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Always enjoyed finding lillies and irises, often finding parts of an old home place nearby.

My dad always called that kindling lightard but pronounced it more like lidard
 
Always enjoyed finding lillies and irises, often finding parts of an old home place nearby.

My dad always called that kindling lightard but pronounced it more like lidard
There are so many, very regional names for it. Fat lighter, heart pine kindling...L.L. Bean actually still sells it as "fatwood".

Those trips for kindling were my favorite, much more than a trip for firewood. That was work. The kindling was more an I spy with some work involved. The kindling around the logging roads were long gone - most of that area had been clear cut and replanted, and the hardwood drains were picked clean of any heart pine. You'd have to hike up toward the rocky ridges to begin finding it. Once, I remember we found one still standing, long dead and nothing left but the heart, perhaps a foot thick. We got an entire load out of that one. My Dad would cut it into pieces small enough to manhandle down to the truck, and we'd usually end up with a loosely piled truckload.

In the 80's, some of the off-trail areas in Oak Mountain State Park still had smaller pieces scattered about. We had some hellacious campfires with that stuff.
 
There are so many, very regional names for it. Fat lighter, heart pine kindling...L.L. Bean actually still sells it as "fatwood".

Those trips for kindling were my favorite, much more than a trip for firewood. That was work. The kindling was more an I spy with some work involved. The kindling around the logging roads were long gone - most of that area had been clear cut and replanted, and the hardwood drains were picked clean of any heart pine. You'd have to hike up toward the rocky ridges to begin finding it. Once, I remember we found one still standing, long dead and nothing left but the heart, perhaps a foot thick. We got an entire load out of that one. My Dad would cut it into pieces small enough to manhandle down to the truck, and we'd usually end up with a loosely piled truckload.

In the 80's, some of the off-trail areas in Oak Mountain State Park still had smaller pieces scattered about. We had some hellacious campfires with that stuff.
You can still find some around clarke county but not like you used to. We used to get truck loads. Back when you weren't supposed to kill does my dad shot one and to hide it we got a trick load of lightard and covered her up. Game warden stopped us on the way home and said something like See y'all didn't have any luck hunting deer but found plenty of lightard. I was little and scared to death and speechless but dad talked to him like nothing happened.
I 've got a pile at home that I couldn't burn all of if I started a fire every day for the next 100 years. We always heated with wood and my dad said one day there wouldn't be any and he's right, as usual. When they burned after clear cutting you could tell where the lightard was because those stumps would burn for over a week. Nothing like the smell of stating a fire with it, always brings back memories.
 
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