Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Silence is pyrite

Speak? No. Me? Too much, it seems. Wordiness shalt remain
wordless, for today, at least. Snark, quietly sleeping.



okjimm said...

trees trees trees.... and not a bark to drink. Boy, can't see the blog for all the trees. Gees, next I want a close up of an Emerald Ash borer....

Anonymous said...

Wicked clouds! Better than Charmin bath tissue!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Do you know what kind of tree that is with the berries in DSC05730.JPG, R.G.?

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

Question all America is asking: If a tree falls in Clevelandistan and only Graves is there, does he hear it?

Answer: Probably not because he was listening to Thrash Death Metal or something wretched.



Randal Graves said...

okjimm, why don't you make like a tree and get outta here.

karl of the österreich, a scant hour later, the puffy lovelies were stringy like cheese.

if, no clue, I was hoping you'd know. I suppose I could The Google it, but not right now.

tengrain, I could have been listening to Spandau Ballet or Falco, but that would have sparked suicidal tendencies & thus no pretty pictures.

thatgirl said...

It's the mountain ash with the swanky berries.

According to the Internets,
Medicinal Action and Uses : In herbal medicine, a decoction of the bark is given for diarrhoea and used as a vaginal injection in leucorrhoea, etc.

The ripe berries furnish an acidulous and astringent gargle for sore throats and inflamed tonsils. For their anti-scorbutic properties, they have been used in scurvy. The astringent infusion is used as a remedy in haemorrhoids and strangury.

The fruit is a favourite food of birds. A delicious jelly is made from the berries, which is excellent with cold game or wild fowl, and a wholesome kind of perry or cider can also be made from them.

In Northern Europe they are dried for flour, and when fermented yield a strong spirit. The Welsh used to brew an ale from the berries, the secret of which is now lost.

Randal Graves said...

Now you tell me. I could have made a delicious jelly which I'm sure would prove to be excellent, not just with cold game or wild fowl, but also choice items, say, saltines, from le distributeur automatique.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

You could rediscover the lost ale, Randal, and then become a famous entrepreneur.

susan said...

I rather like sitting quietly to enjoy the sounds of nature. I just wish somebody would share that with the construction crews next door and across the way. They start work every day at 7:00 by dropping I-beams onto metal sheeting. Talk about heavy metal.

Tom Harper said...

Spandau Ballet, LOL. Haven't thought of them in a few eons.

Jim H. said...

Since you've decided not to speak, I'll not comment either. But I'll bet those clouds feel good on your eyes after the hangover from the previous post.

S.W. Anderson said...

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Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

I tip my hat in respect to you.

Demeur said...

Good luck catching those water fowl. I hear the mutant ducks of Clevelandistan are vicious and will rip your eyes out. Run away! Run away!

Demeur said...

And don't eat the berries either. I hear Famous Rays' uses them to mask their less savory dishes.

Randal Graves said...

if, all of your grandiose plans require the input of a non-lazy variable.

susan, have you thought about strapping them to a stray iceberg? That's revenge-y.

tom, it was not my intention to have ruined your evening.

jim, sir, I imbibe less than you think, or at least less than Bon Scott.


tengrain, I'll have the media know that my fingers aren't sticky.

demeur, they did scuttle in our direction once we approached the waters. But I was wearing my chainmail.

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