With Walden, the mf has abandoned his beloved practice of looking things up and simply inserts “antiquated tool, carved from wood.” Even if he understood, he wouldn’t understand.
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The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter Four
Clucky, the prettiest hen; Clucky of the golden feather necklace; Clucky the most chill bird…
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 3
The penumbrae came upon the mf suddenly, along with immediate understanding they had been with him ever since he became alive. “That’s a prismatic lens flare,” the mf’s self-dispensing optometrist spoke into his ear. “Very much so,” observed the mf’s True Inner Self, the Standard-Bearing mf among the many varietals of personality inhabiting his brainpan.Continue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 3”
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 3
Oh silly mf. He could easily be doing the dance of the fulfilled right now!
The Mushroom Farmer, Book Two, Chapter 2
The mushroom farmer is eager to discover if his chickens have survived the deluge.
The Mushroom Farmer, Book 2, Chapter 1
The broccoli seedlings he had put out for the taking were all taken, and so too were the carrots, gone-gone. Somebody else in the neighborhood now had a more verdant garden. That’s a huge light-attractor for the mf, and so is the vivid orange and blue combination of the few remaining oranges at the bottom of the blue plastic bucket.
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 22
The mf is a birthday balloon flying away and away and away, transforming from lost toy to miracle of flight to speck in sky to nothing. Come back, mf! We need you!
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 21
He had a renewed sense of purpose now: to make his sidewalk produce giveaway better than the neighbors’.
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 20
Openly hoping for a reunion with his Black Doppelganger, the mf decides to plant lettuce in the parkway. So he loads the wheelbarrow with compost from way back in the chicken coop, adds a healthy bucket of worm soil, tops it off with coconut fiber and trundles to the front of his house. “Back toContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 20”
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 18
Say this for the mf, he had spotted the bedraggled purple cauliflowers and delicately transplanted them into this spot where they were now not merely unbedraggled but also thriving, thriving, thRivNG on a cold peak COVID-19 pandemic Southern California winter morning of more clouds than sun; rain hanging in air barely mid-50 degrees Fahrenheit.