The other day I was thinking about all the lies our parents tell us as kids. Most are harmless, of course, but still, totally b.s. This was one of the ones my mom told me when there would be loud cracks of thunder in the sky. My favorite and most frustrating one was that at midnight on Christmas Eve the animals could talk. Of course, we would be at my annoying Aunt’s house and not get home til after midnight. I would really be freaking out at the thought of missing such an opportunity and for the life of me couldn’t understand why the adults weren’t equally excited to hear what our pets might have to say. Grr!
I remember only a couple others at the moment but I know there are tons. For example, eating the crust on the bread because that’s where all the nutrients are stored. The bread goes in as one lump and the outside browns, how on earth do the nutrients run from the rest of the bread and cling to the crust?! Another one, which my Mom spared me because even as a child I wasn’t a complete moron, was that if you swallow the pit of a fruit, it could grow a tree in your stomache. I’m sure the point was just to keep the kid from choking on a pit, but give me a break. I had many arguments about how ludicrous this was with kids convinced it was fact because their Mom or Dad told them. Crazy.
If you think of any your parents told you, let me know. Could end up comic fodder.
I have some photos for you this week of a magickal, trippy, bohemian place called the Blueberry Patch. It’s hard to even begin to describe it. Jim explained it as unexplainable and just took me over there. It’s in Gulfport, FL, not too far from downtown St. Pete, in a residential area. You basically think you are walking into a normal backyard and find yourself transported to this dirt path twinkling with junk art and white lights. You pass through a tent and donate whatever you can. In return, we got 2008 dayplanners. Hehe.
As we made our way outside of the tent, the land opens up into an enormous yard. Imagine a field with winding paths lined in insane, smiley art pieces made from recycled trash like old bathtubs, vintage halloween lawn decorations, tin cans, you name it. There was a light-brite type toy made of empty water bottles filled with colored water, mannequin parts plunged in the earth, faded plastic santa hanging from the branches of an enormous tree as well as artisans selling their wares. In addition, there is a large stage for musicians and a cool patch-wearin’ rasta dude who makes the most amazing smoothies spiked with enough ginger to make them burn.
We had a field day passing Jim’s camera back and forth. It was really almost too much. Every inch of space screams, “I’m interesting and strange, take my picture!” Unfortunately because of the limits of FlickR basic, Jim ran out of space to upload them all until next month so I only managed to snag a handful. These images are cool, but it really isn’t enough to give you an inkling of how unusual this hidden hippy artist wonderland is. There are a few more on my FlickR and I’ll add more when I can. Feel free to upgrade me to premium! 😛
The Blueberry Patch is open on the 1st, 7th, 11th and 22nd of each month according to their site. Anyone local to this area, should really not miss the experience. If you’re visiting keep those days of the month in mind. You can get details about the Blueberry Patch and Sharevival here.
Next week I should have new photos to show you of this past weekend’s adventure. One word teaser: carnies! 😉 See you then.