The tree of existential angst.
I need to get a better picture of this tree, because it really speaks to me. Two of its branches are posed in the universal position of “Wha-at?” I took the picture on a recent long walk. I had meant to make a Pedestrian Post with Pictures but am really only up to a Monday Mental Meanderings today. Maybe I should have had coffee instead of tea.
A less evocative tree.
I have kind of a thing for dead trees. I had walked up into Brookwood Park, which I used to refer to as The Unknown Park till somebody told me what it was called. It ended up being a very good walk, because I took the path through the woods, and it is no myth that being near nature helps.
And still no Tim Curry!
Before I got up into the park, I saw a sewer and looked for an evil clown. Full disclosure: I have neither read the book IT nor watched any of the movies (how many times has it been dramatized?). I always associate it with Tim Curry, because I am madly in love with Tim Curry. I hear he recently celebrated his 80th birthday.
Pretty!
I have been seeing a lot of hyacinths lately. I must plant some in my yard for next year. I love the smell. This particular patch was in a kind of a weird place: on a down-slope into a parking lot. I wondered if they had been planted or if some critter had moved the bulbs. In either case, I liked to see them.
And now I am over 250 without having said a whole lot. The second cup of tea was not the miracle I was hoping for, but one must make do. As always, I thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 