2 for one

Finally got a couple of good trays this year. Better late than never. Beautiful JMF were the first to harvest and after drying and reading about how potent a cube JMF can be I was a little apprehensive but decided years of experience with wild cubes that a light fore gram coffee would be a great tester . Ground fine and cracker dry simmered for twenty minutes strained into a French press and steeped another three minutes. After coffee Gus and I grabbed the leash and headed for the park. I strike my light for a smoke and an old familiar feeling started in my stomach and landed broad across my face.....Self: dude, you look like a freak. I: not right now, who we gonna upset? Gus? Gus sniffing and pissing on car tire. Let's go. And so off again after about half the JMF was really doing it's thing. Not real visual but extremely heady . It was a beautiful Sunday and the park was crowded with kids from three little league games at the park that day. Running up and down the sidewalks in Bright colored uniforms , tons of children showered Great full Gus with loads of effection . As we round the back stop and in to the open park behind the ball fields the crowd dwindles then fades. I can feel my foot falls on the grass and the sinsation tingles all over and in my ear drums. I:damn that tickles Self: yeah, your smiling like an idiot again. Let's get one of those smokes from our pocket. And so we do. Sitting on the grass Infront of a huge willow tree I strike my lighter and watch the ember sparkle as if it were dark out. Self: you better sit down and be cool man...your stoned as fuck. I:sits down. Gus sits too. The wind was light and we could feel the worm and humid breeze blowing across our skin caressing and enveloping us in it's ever flowing and infinitely dynamic corse. It plays it the branches of the willow tree suggesting forms and shapes to entertain us. Almost urging us to stay. I: snubs our smoke and stands up Self: wait a minute man. We don't wanna miss this. I: what are you talking about? Self: have another smoke. I : are you sure? Wasn't there something we were doing? Self: yeah, this is it. You got the day off. Sit down. As we sit golden ripples of sunlight began to weave there way through the swaying Willow branches throwing dancing beams of silver and gold All around. We feel the beams touching us, scanning us, darting between every molecule we're made of glinting and glowing all the way through. Self: Told you it would be worthwhile. I: how'd we know? Self: just a hunch. The sun starts to descend behind the larger trees in the south west end of the park and even though it's late afternoon the park is washed in early twilight as we walk back home Gus only stopped once to piss on something or other we can't remember. Back at home we fill guss food and water and shoot a friend a thanks for the suggestion on the JMF before the second pull. Which was surprisingly almost as strong as the first. So fuckin stoned. All is love.