Dire Wolf

Dire Wolf
Written by Robert Hunter
Performed by the Grateful Dead

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
Don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

*****

I grew up listening to the Dead. I was fortunate to see them in the early 70's in small venues in my town when I was in high school. There ain't nothin' like a live Dead show. :)

I will have several pairs of the Dire Wolf earrings in my shop, but in very limited supply.

Until next time.....

Wordless Wednesday

Crystal Lake On May Day

We spent the weekend up at Crystal Lake, mowing our fields. The lake was the fullest I've ever seen it! No wonder, with all the rain we've been having. Water was running over the spillway. Several trees were down from the storm that we had last week. Frogs were singing at night and birds were singing in the morning. It doesn't get any better than that.
Pictured:
1. Bluebird nest
2. Part of the lake, taken from the tent
3. Close up of the 'kitchen'
4. The bog. It sits back in the woods, near the house site. It dries up in the summer.
5. Fire for food, warmth and light.
6. LED nightlights.

Until next time.....

Danny's Hole

In the 80's, we used to go deep sea fishing in Murrells Inlet, SC. One day I decided to stay home. And I'm glad that I did. John came home early that day. He didn't have any fish.
Seems that one of the guys that paid to fish decided to swim instead. Yeah, you read that right. We're talking about fishing out in the Gulf Stream, hours from shore. John looked up and saw this man do a perfect swan dive off the rail. He quickly started to swim away from the boat.
The captain immediately cut the anchor so they could pull up to him, but Danny kept swimming in the opposite direction. Finally one of the mates dove in after him. They finally coaxed him into the boat, where they quickly duct taped him so he wouldn't hurt himself, someone else OR dive back in. It was a long ride back to shore.
The fishing spot where they cut the anchor is now called Danny's Hole. I will never look at an anchor again without thinking about this story.
There are several pieces of anchor jewelry in my Etsy shop. They can be found here.
Until next time.....

After The Storm

Two full days of strong storms, here in TN. Today, the sun came out. What a wild ride!
Until next time.....