I got just what I deserved for my birthday; a bag of wet straw.
My family and I are dutifully keeping it wet. We mist it every few hours. We keep it in a big bag so it doesn’t dry out.
Fungus is blooming out the sides of my bag of wet straw.
Soon, dinner.
I’m not a fan of fungii, what is the purpose of this?
Very nice. A bag of wet straw. I’m trying to think why you’d receive such a present… the family decided to start a compost pile in your name, perhaps? Or a shoddy petting zoo, or maybe grow you a new lawn in wintertime. Or – oh! – it’s December, isn’t it? Is the straw for a manger?
Oh – btw – I’m Action. I stumbled across your blog by accident (looked up “happiness” under google image search and arrived at your man-with-giant-bubble) and was intrigued by your writing. Hope you don’t mind if I lurk around for a bit and browse thru your thots. 🙂