During the last couple of weeks, I wake up thinking this could be the most boring day ever or the most gripping.

Depending on when I have the camera in front of my face to capture the day's events, you can decide - it might be both.

Last weekend I lounged in the yard and smoked lots of rals with my B and my Mommio in Stratton Farm, north of Charlotte, NC. All the Yanks are moving down South; it is just a matter of time before the Hunky moves down too (yup, that's you Daddio).






This photo is not nearly as exciting as the girls who took it. Luckily, they were just sober enough and their heals were just wide enough to stand tall, albeit wobbly and giddy, to fit the entire "Tennessee" from the Tennessee Theatre in the pic.










Materhead's seeds of change bounty came to Dandridge. These maters will be the building blocks for next week's lunches.


Napping on Sunday with the puplers. I can not resist photo ops with the puplers.


My ape, Jobe, and some Wataugan APES (Appalachian Paddling Enthusiasts) canoed the Watauga below Elizabethton, TN. Much to the shagrin of the APES, Jobe and I did not flip on the big waves, so they made us their friends (they didn't make us eat bananas either). We paddled past town, past a farm or more, and near gorgeous river bluffs.