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If It Looks Like Poop And It Smells Like Poop…

You never know what you’ll see if you look around every once in a while. You might even see something like this:

Actually, I can’t take credit for spotting that little guy. Or girl – I’m not sure how you check gender on a caterpillar.

My friend’s son found a bunch of these ugly ducklings of the butterfly world when we were on our way out of a little botanical garden in Georgia, They were just hanging out on a lemon tree; they really like citrus trees.

I had just seen a post on Facebook about caterpillars that look like snakes; there are a ton of them, and some really truly look like snakes! These so-ugly-they’re-cute caterpillars will metamorphose into Giant Swallowtail Butterflies! But in the larval stage like this, though they reminded me of the snakey ones, they are generally said to look like bird poop.

How’s that for camouflage?

But wait, there’s more!

When you touch it, it rears its tiny head back and sticks out an organ called an osmeterium, which looks like a forked tongue. It also releases a puff of scent that smells like something rotten.

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My friend Toni was grossed out, but Duncan and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

What do you think?

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Have you ever seen anything like that before?

What kinds of nifty things have you come across?

 

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A visit to Watermark Farm

You guys, I had such a lovely day yesterday.

I visited Watermark Farm to interview owner Carolyn Congelosi for the podcast, and it was a beautiful day. Like springtime. Warm sunshine and a warm breeze, just divine.

We are just covered in trees – not that I don’t like trees. I love trees. But I also love the softly rolling hills here in Virginia, and you can’t really see to enjoy them unless you’re somewhere with open land. Fields and pastures and farms.

And so as I drove through the gate and onto the farm, it all just made me feel so happy. The open spaces, the green grass, the wooden fences, the grazing horses, the pretty buildings, the whole atmosphere. I loved being there, it was so comfortable and calm. Inviting.

Honestly, I could have just sat on the porch all afternoon. Just looking and enjoying. You know what I mean? Not thinking even. Just being there.

Carolyn was so welcoming too, and I met two of her boarders – well, horse and owners, so that’s 4, haha – who were also super nice. And then I hung out and took some pictures. Ok, more than some. You know me!

And when I left, my spirit was rejuvenated, refreshed, uplifted.

It was a lovely day.

Here is my interview with Carolyn: Carolyn Congelosi: Horse Expert and Owner of Watermark Farm

And here are some pictures:

 

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Random Thoughts – That’s not weird, right?

There’s this little building near some railroad tracks I cross every day. This place is clearly a residence, but it’s just a plain, white, cinder-block building. Not very house looking at all.

I think it used to be a business. This little spot was apparently a train stop at one time, and there are two abandoned buildings next to the house, and a boarded up depot station across the street.

I want so badly to knock on the door and ask, “Can I look inside your house?”

Is that really so strange?

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This is the only angle I have of the little white cinder-block house.

Random Thoughts: on mother and child

I spent the weekend with my parents, and it occurred to me that no matter how old I get I’ll always be the kid.

And my mom will always be my mom…

Me: “Hey Momma, is Louis’ bed still in here?”

Me: “Hey Momma, where’s my soda? ”

Me: “Hey Momma, is this my plate in the oven?”

On Friday night, my mom cooked the dinner, and then cleaned everything up by herself, before I was even done eating. But when I put my plate in the dishwasher…

Mom: “Thanks for doing that.”

No, thank you Mommy!

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Here are some pictures:

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