Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
Vanessa and I drove the Mule down to the river, parked it and set out for a nice hike. It’s still early spring so the multi-floral rose has yet to conquer the woods and it’s too cold for snakes.
Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
There is always a treasure hunt going on in the woods this time of year
Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
Yeah… over at the old farm on Kingsbury Rd. I knew where to look We had twenty five years there so there was time to find the secret places. Better late than never I say!
Photo by Jorma Kaukonen
So last night along with the roasted chicken, Morels, breaded with Radical Sprinkle (right from the FPR Company Store) and fried in butter. Not exactly health food… but boy is it delicious! The first find on the Fur Peace Ranch Property in more that a quarter of a century!
Question: Where did you find those morels?
Answer: Oh… in the forest!
Photo by Vnessa Kaukonen
Photo by Vanessa Kaukonen
Photo by Vanessa Kaukonen
Last but not least:
Thanks for number 45. Great to see the finale with Izze and Myron joining the old man!
Can you please clairfy the line in ‘Bar Room Crystal Ball, please?
I’m hearing ‘some hysteric end’ Such a great tune and want to work it into my next jam session with friends. (I guess I can always fake it. Ernie Hawkins taught me that)
And we’ll see you in early May near Pittsburgh!
thanks to you and Vanessa for all the work,
Mike
Here you go Mike!
Bar Room Chrystal Ball
By
Jorma Kaukonen
Early this morning someone hot on the line
Says me and my friends are downtown, drinking wine
Trying to help me but they ain’t got time
To see which way I’ve fallen
Well this sawdust’s feelin’ fine, and my body sure don’t mind
This solitary flying,
Past summer’s stare again,
I don’t remember when
This morning feels as if it’s still a part of night
And the dream I had before the last is out of sight
But what I feel between us now gives you the right
To see how far I’ve fallen
Chorus
Instrumental
One more line before me gonna see me pass
Into the realm of pure imagination last
Before the unsung shower of a lightning blast
Around the house that’s fallen
Chorus
Now I see the form that’s silent on the floor
And nothings gonna be the way it was before
Still I feel the shadow from the pistol’s roar
Above the head that’s fallen
Chorus
That’s so cool Jorma, morels… the forests here are alive with wild cherry and a host of other beautiful bloomer – willows are also very pretty – wish I could visit – J
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Adds a different twist to the concept of “farm raised” fish, don’t it?
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And the copperheads love cicadas. After waiting 17 years for this feast they’ll be hungry.
They chow down mainly at night, but once the cicadas start emerging the copperheads won’t be far behind.
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Accent on the first syllable, right?
Thank you for the excellent Quarantine Concert #45 last night. A very happy birthday to Clarence Gatemouth Brown, RIP. He was right, he knew.
Jorma- Stocked with “Brown Trout” 😉
Thank you for sharing the pictures.Beautiful
Did ya bring your fishing rod?
We’re downstream from a dairy farm. Take a wild guess. 🙂
“And where the air smelled like snakes we’d shoot with our pistols …….” John Prine:
When you smell cucumbers in the forest, there are copperheads nearby.
Thanks for the walk in the woods in Spring.
Beautiful pictures. Especially the morels.
Vanessa, thanks for keeping Jorma happy and healthy.
Correction. Fourth pic.
Spotted a wild violet in that last pic. They’re blooming in my yard, too. Life springing forth. You know I’ll be there tonight. Can’t hardly wait!