Feb Pics

^OK is making continued efforts to downsize the number of mj cultivators in the state with more regs this year, yet can't figure out why the black market is still thriving......lol

ran across this today, the 2003  Filaree Farm seed garlic catalog, one of the oldest registered organic farms in the nation, located in Central Washington.  Artwork by Jim Anderson. 

any given night in an ayahuasca ceremony.... :)))))))))))))))

I get my seed garlic from Filaree most yrs.

^nice, Mark, I grew and loved the rocamboles Spanish Roja and Carpathian, along with 2 Porcelains, Romanian Red and Georgian Fire. Georgian Fire was appropriately named. Hottest raw garlic I've ever tasted.

I have tried several varieties of softnecks through the yrs. Hardnecks don't do well around here. This yr I have stuck with what I have found  grows best here, Sicilian Artichoke and Lorz Italian.

>>>ayahuasca ceremony

more and more believing this is necessary for me

no pic posted ):

This yrs garlic crop.

Nice, Mark!

>>>>more and more believing this is necessary for me.

Jill, please check out Safeceremonies.com. Lists each state where ceremonies are held. From what I gather, the state you're in there is an all female owned church that serves Grandmother and Grandfather ( Ayahuasca and Peyote, respectively).  Most churches also have the ability to help financially.  If you'd like to talk, judit has my email.  Kinda sounds like you're ready.

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^&^^ Lol.....Thanks for the laughs guys

My first Lions Mane harvest.

Very cool, Mark!

Beautiful 

It looks like magnetized basmati rice 

double post...

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It's worth a double post!

Macarons not Macaroons 

Caption for Druba's GD pic above:

"Thick Air!"

^^^Lol

These guys:

 . . . and a shotgun ragtime band:

Looks like he wants to be the one to ban felon from the White House. We tried that, didn't work 

I'd like to think the memo is a response to a recent proliferation of F Elon graffiti in the West Wing bathrooms.

Sad to see Phil with a butt in his mouth

Insert cool pic here

What about Jerry and Pig?

Bob Weir Live at Fillmore Auditorium on 1995-02-14   https://archive.org/details/valentines1995-02-14.mtx.miller.117207.flac1...

**The Valentines**   Bobby Weir   Henry Kaiser   Vince Welnick   Bobby Vega   Prarie Prince  

 Love's Made A Fool Of You   
 Greatest Story Ever Told
 Queen Jane Approximately
 It's A Man's World
 Ain't That Peculiar
Cream Puff War
 Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
 Playing In The Band
 Playing With Fire ->
 Spoonful ->
 Playing With Fire ->
 Take Me To The River
 It's All Too Much    

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next in line for serving

17' long, 176 lb anaconda...Pucallpa, Peru

  http://deadsources.blogspot.com/2017/10/february-22-1970-coliseum-housto... **2/22/70**

Sunday, Houston's Coliseum/Barn. It's A Beautiful Day, John Mayall, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Grateful Dead. A house full of people waiting to get it on. It's not often that San Francisco's finest come to town to cast their spell.

It's A Beautiful Day breezed onto stage like a gust of fresh air. Led by electric violinist Dave LaFlame, and creating music which he calls "light shows for the blind," their sound is open and flowing.

Unfortunately, John Mayall didn't come across as well. Maybe feeling out of place because of being the only English group on the show or maybe just tired of trying to play his new, subtle music for large audiences, he seemed content to let his sidemen carry the weight.

Quicksilver Messenger Service, a long time staple of San Francisco rock, know about feelings, and their music shows it. After sitting through Mayall's ramblings, the audience wanted to have a good time, and Quicksilver whipped into a stone rocker that had everyone moving. The show was all theirs from then on. A mass rush towards the stage sent the good vibes up to the band, and they immediately shot them back. One musical level after another was surpassed.

The police cannot stand to see kids get together and have their high times. Looking at shows like this, the line between the law enforcers and the youth is clearly evident. On one side is a person with a gun and a uniform who says no, you can't dance and sing and be happy - it breaks all the rules. On the other hand are those outrageous kids, saying yes, we can and will have a good time. For this particular time, the crowd was going too fast to stop, and even with all the police hurrying around attempting to enforce unenforceable rules, the kids won out. Score one victory.

All good things must end, and when Quicksilver finished and the lights were up, the police imposed their order on the thousands of people who sensed the lameness of that order. With a little pushing and shoving, everyone was put back "in their proper place". When it looked like all was calm and quiet, out came the Dead, those pioneers who just won't quit pushing for something new, something bigger than life. And to try and deliver their fantasy in a barn with twenty policemen in every aisle and any semblance of freedom completely lacking is impossible. Like all good outlaws, they tried to get it on but just couldn't find the spark. Compared to earlier days when they did unleash their awesome thunder, the Dead just went through the motions 

I hadn't anticipated a call-and-response thing with Peter Gabriel. Nice play, fishcane.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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