Our land makes its own peat, given enough millenia. I'm just penetrating a deposit cuddled between two ledges. My foot, upper right corner. Yes, I am finding Irish kings' gold treasure, too; dented, as if a fight took place and this was flung away for safekeeping. Tonight Simone and I watch Quantum of Solace, hoping for brain death.
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Oh for peat's sake ...
Posted by: Jim Rattray | April 25, 2009 at 02:46 PM