@Ayior@Algot@dogtrax Maybe this is why we have not made first contact. We've got a galactic "Do Not Disturb!" sign posted at our solar system boundaries. I read a science fiction novel once that had human music as one of the most addictive forces in the universe. It became our secret cultural weapon...just like now.
@tellio We had window wells in the apartment complex where I grew up in CT and I remember a few salamanders there, too. In the next town over from me now, they built a "salamander crossing" under the road so that during the wet season, the creatures could be protected as they wandered habitats. A local band - Salamander Crossing -- took on the name and was quite popular here for years -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjZz01TS0kM#smallstories response
@dogtrax I was gracedwith witnessing a 'salamander migration'. It was after sunset during a late summer frogstrangler of a rainstorm. I stopped my car in road. In front of me was a vision of salamanders. Hundreds of them in the road. I stopped traffic. Other drivers got out of their vehicles, looked on in amusement as I mosied them along to safety, and then joined in. The headlights, the rain, the laughter, the raucous amazement of adults scooping up salamanders to safety. Alive. #smallstories
this morning it was fruit o'clock. I so very much enjoy spending timeless moments in the thick of the plant- picking, picking. -It's more like 'gentling' you only have to touch the fruit and it falls off. Too much pressure will squish it, and it is far more juicy than a raspberry. It has LOVED the hot weather and I've never known fruit like this before. I picked 2 kilos this morning. (and had the same earlier in the week) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubus_phoenicolasius#garden#fruit#smallstories
When I was a little bourgeoise kid in a subdivision in a dirty Ohio River suburb, I developed an obsession with salamanders. We found them by the handfuls in the window wells to our basement. I loved their slippery feel. I would allow no one to harm them. My brothers had to feel my crazed wrath only once to know I meant business. I checked the window wells the other day to see if my friends were there. I have not seen any for over 30 years. I wonder where they went. I miss them. #smallstories
Something fluttered, caught in my peripheral vision. I stopped, looked down. On the side of the pathway, a large brown moth with fluffy green body -- which I at first mistook for a butterfly -- was balanced on the edge of a broken stump. Its wings were moving quickly but it was going nowhere, fast, just beating time to some internal engine. I wondered if it was hurt, just gearing up for flight, or just being a moth. I left it there, with its engine running, and kept on walking. #smallstories
my dad called an air bnb, the man who answered thought my dad was a friend of his who were joking, so when my dad asked the rates and what was included he got told that it was all free and that he’d get wine & three-course dinner as well.
thinking it was a joke and misunderstanding, my parents went anyway.
it wasn’t a joke. they got treated with wine, dinner, sleepover and breakfast from a lovely hospitable fellow, a stranger, and now they’re friends.
My spam said, “I hate you and I know what you did.” I know too well what I did. I don’t need you to tell me. Besides, I am way more troubled by what I did not do. So, too, should you.
I seldom know where my learning feeds will take me. Today is no exception. The good it does for me by creating a newsletter every morning is like moving from the back of a game of 'crack the whip' to the front. Grab a-holt on: https://nuzzel.com/telliowkuwp#smallstories