I heard the helicopter overhead both days as I was leaving for work. When I got home I was told a helicopter had been buzzing around in circles for hours. They must be looking for pakalolo. Maybe, but there are any number of other possible explanations. It certainly can't be easy looking for weed from way up there with all these weeds way down here. The Lush is five feet tall at this point.
The second day I was told the helicopter hovered for quite some time right in Bulbarella's view off the deck. That would put the helicopter right about here in the new hole in the forest where my dead hemlocks used to be. Some people might find multiple large piles of horse shit and a new big open sunny spot in the forest of interest.
But come on man. Does Hale Mana look like the kind of cozy cabin where someone would be growing pakalolo? Sure the profuse number of flowers hints at signs of gardening and monumental stone creations may indicate an ethereal artistic bent, but pakalolo. No way.
A bountiful roadside vegetable garden doesn't mean the owner has the munchies either.
My Long Island Cheese squash has finally set a fruit that looks like a keeper after multiple abortions. I was beginning to worry I wasn't going to get a thing from all this rampant vine growth. I planted a small pumpkin too and it is having the same troubles holding onto fruit. I have no idea what the problem is. The Thelma Sanders Sweet Potato squash is making plenty squash.
The zucchini are doing what zucchini do. They are like the weeds around here, unstoppable.
The first red tomato is ready for harvest. I am expecting an extended tomato season since I planted another row nearly a month later.
There is no weed in my roadside vegetable garden. The herbs are for culinary, not medicinal purposes. No pakalolo here.
It was on the Asheville news tonight. There was a pot bust in Haywood County. The helicopters found four grow sites including places in Fines Creek and Turkey Creek. Fines Creek is the closest named place to me. Turkey Creek is the stream in the cove directly below me and would be where my little stream feeds into.
Damn revenuers! This madness needs to stop. It is an absolute failure and waste of my tax dollars. Let the people have their weed.
Sometimes I wish the world would just keep on driving and pass me by.