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It was grocery shopping day, and I was feeling too lazy to bother with make-up or fixing my hair.  I pulled my badly in need of a root touch up and trim hair into the world’s shortest pony tail, slapped my shades on, and called it good.  I had been thoughtful enough to put on one of my groovy little, no matter how flat chested you are this will give you cleavage, wonder bras, and a tight fitting, gathered down the sides v-neck grey t-shirt.  The only thing tighter fitting than the wonder bra and t-shirt, were the “Was she poured into those jeans?”   Now even with the skin hugging attire I was wearing, I didn’t expect to get any second looks as I went about my shopping.

It really made my day when as I was standing in the bread aisle, I glanced up and discovered a dude actually staring at what passes for cleavage with me.  When he saw I had caught him staring at said cleavage, he gave a guilty start and got a look on his face that clearly said, “Oh boy, is she going to be pissed off now.”  The look on his face was priceless when instead of giving him the dirty look he expected, I positively beamed at him.  We both went away smiling from that encounter.

And if anyone is thinking about emailing me and expressing outrage that I could beam instead of bitch about having what passes for cleavage with me ogled, don’t bother because not even for the Sisterhood am I burning my wonder bras.

Texas Star

Later that evening I was expanding my horizons and enlightening my mind when I came across a story about a very rare fungus plant that until now, had only been found in two places on earth.  Because of the way my horror loving little mind works, normally when I think of fungus, I envision some icky green fuzzy stuff slowly creeping over the couch potato as he sits drinking from the beer can that contained the spore of said icky green fuzzy stuff.  Or, I see visions of huge red blobs that were not dropped in Antarctica in a timely manner, covering women, children, houses and villages.  Yes I read way too much Stephen King, watch far too many horror movies, and listen to Alice’s Restaurant a little too often.  But, that’s not the point here.  My point in writing about this rare species of mushroom known as The Devil’s Cigar, or Texas Star, stems from the fact that upon clicking on the link to that story, I was immediately struck by the simple beauty of this rare plant.  I had no idea such a pretty little fungus plant existed in our world.  I just hope it continues to grow and even flourish in the three places it calls home now. It would be a shame if we did lose a plant of such simple beauty.

And speaking of Mother Nature’s beauty, the next day I once more ran across this link, FALL AT BUTCHART GARDENS, VICTORIA, B. C., CANADA.  I’ve seen that link several times before on various RSS feeds and social bookmarking sites, but since it was summer, hadn’t bothered clicking on it.  This time, something urged me to follow that link.  I am so glad I did because I saw some of the most stunning photos of Mother Nature in all her fall glory I have ever seen.  And I discovered Fall is so NOT just the shades of reds, yellows and oranges I have always thought of it as.

Isn’t is a wonderful world we live in? In this wonderful world there are such things as gel filled wonder bras for us gals the Goddess was more than a little stingy with when it came to boobage, and a cool place called the internet where one can find pictures and stories that show us what the true beauty of Mother Nature is really all about.