Jackie Dolamore (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fabulousfrock) wrote,@ 2008-03-26 00:51:00 |
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I'm practically ready to survive in the wild
Today was gorgeous outside. GORGEOUS. Usually in March the weather is already hinting it would like to burn your face off and also mosquitoes would like to eat you. But today never hit 70. The sky was as blue as blue can be, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing... You could practically burst into song without half-trying.
So my sister and I went to the Spring Hammock Reserve and walked around for almost two hours.
I was hungry and thirsty, at least a little, while walking, and we spotted some orange trees laden with fruit out of reach. Like some kind of divine intervention, there also happened to be a very long, very sturdy stick on the ground with a prong on the end. It was practically MADE to yank out-of-reach oranges from trees. I managed to wedge the prong around a tempting orange and with some serious tugging, it fell to the ground on the nearby creek bed.
I scrabbled down the sandy, grassy ledge and retrieved my prize. Nature's snack! Produced by my own ingenuity!
The thing was a real bitch to peel, dripping all over my hands, including the serious cut on my thumb from a bad encounter with a blunt knife and an onion last week. But finally, finally, there it was, my orange, smelling delectable, and...
Well, tasting like a semi-astringent lemon.
Oh well. I still felt pretty triumphant.
Today was gorgeous outside. GORGEOUS. Usually in March the weather is already hinting it would like to burn your face off and also mosquitoes would like to eat you. But today never hit 70. The sky was as blue as blue can be, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing... You could practically burst into song without half-trying.
So my sister and I went to the Spring Hammock Reserve and walked around for almost two hours.
I was hungry and thirsty, at least a little, while walking, and we spotted some orange trees laden with fruit out of reach. Like some kind of divine intervention, there also happened to be a very long, very sturdy stick on the ground with a prong on the end. It was practically MADE to yank out-of-reach oranges from trees. I managed to wedge the prong around a tempting orange and with some serious tugging, it fell to the ground on the nearby creek bed.
I scrabbled down the sandy, grassy ledge and retrieved my prize. Nature's snack! Produced by my own ingenuity!
The thing was a real bitch to peel, dripping all over my hands, including the serious cut on my thumb from a bad encounter with a blunt knife and an onion last week. But finally, finally, there it was, my orange, smelling delectable, and...
Well, tasting like a semi-astringent lemon.
Oh well. I still felt pretty triumphant.
