My mom has a mountain of gripping and amusing stories she loves to share. Most of the best stuff will remain private, something for my nephews to see someday. She would drop a heavy pot on my head if I ever let some of the really juicy gossip get out.
There is so much that she has seen that I am eager to know more about. This clip is rather silly, she has a habit of laughing at herself midway through her stories. It may be hard to catch what she means, but to sum up... she is talking about some fellows who used to enjoy their moonshine.
My mother has some stories about people walking around drunk off of her Aunt Betty's dandelion wine... when she was a kid, my mom and some other youngins would gather up the dandelions for Aunt Betty.
Last month at a local wine festival I came across some dandelion wine from a New Jersey winery. Gave it a try, not something I was likely to buy.
But you can BET I am going to have some reference to kids picking dandelions to make wine in one of my stories.
When I was made from fire Poured into the tender vessel of caution That keeps my smoke from rising Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow The world chilled my touched Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want For a clear path without the distraction Of another man's boiling eyes The tip of a finger That oldest of all weapons Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch Prying open the tender seam Where the oil of thought dews Offering a new wick to ignite Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour The steam of breath betrays me Before the glint of orange spreads In popping bright waves Eroding the fibers feeding it Leaving naught but ash As my shell of quietude falls away
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Awesome. ^__^
My mother has some stories about people walking around drunk off of her Aunt Betty's dandelion wine... when she was a kid, my mom and some other youngins would gather up the dandelions for Aunt Betty.
Last month at a local wine festival I came across some dandelion wine from a New Jersey winery. Gave it a try, not something I was likely to buy.
But you can BET I am going to have some reference to kids picking dandelions to make wine in one of my stories.
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