i was wrong. it turns out "nephew" is employed. He has an outside sales job. trouble is, nobody wants what he's selling.
in fact, his technique is so unorthodox, so agressive, potential clients have been known to squeal.
nephew was so busy romancing his potential client he didn't hear God's gift to women and vacationing city-folk creep up behind him, compound-bow drawn and steady.
looks like Nephew is quittin' early today. (nice shot, Burt! )
and there came a calm throughout the land. and all the little hounds rested peacefully in their chairs.
and the forest was a happy and far more beautiful place with Burt in it, and nephew nothing but a dark memory never to be thought of again, except when horror tales were told around campfires.
the end
on my walk i spotted ladyslippers pink and tender like a human heart. carpets of creeping phlox. tiny bird's foot yellow violets. sweet shrub. bloodroot. chickweed. solomon's seal. wild ginger. tiny native southern blue flag iris. lily of the valley. and great stands of trillium. Here are some of the beauties i encountered on my own little patch of paradise:
white trillium. a frequently poached plant, only to die at the new location. it takes 7 years for a trillium to mature to the blooming stage you see above
the southern blue flag. a tiny native iris with spearlike leaves
lady slipper. you find it where dead trees have decayed to a soft loam on the forest floor
little white stars. dont know what these are
the one red trillium on the entire place
lily of the valley
a fiddle head fern 
dovey in the creeping phlox
