Sometimes Tired Tuesday follows Monstrous Monday, we all know that. I won’t bother telling you why I’m tired; explanations are so tiresome. I will attempt instead to share a few pictures and make a non-tiresome post. No promises.
A depiction how I feel: old and fat.
This is one of the pictures I took last Friday at Showcare Antiques of CNY in Little Falls. In case you can’t read the card, it is an historical ovoid jug. Ovoid is a good word, which, unfortunately my autocorrect wants to change to “avoid.”
I never gave him a name. Any suggestions?
Making this more of a Non-Sequitur Tuesday, I put in my alligator (or crocodile; I don’t know whether I will see him later or in a while). I need to find a better spot for him. Perhaps he would like to lurk amid my Brown-eyed Susans.
A place for a reptile to lurk?
I have several overgrown spots he might like. He previously resided under Frankentree in my front yard, but I got tired of moving him every time I mowed.
Regular readers will remember Frankentree.
So I went from antiques in Little Falls to my yard in Herkimer. Can I find another shot from Little Falls to tie this post together or will it be hopelessly non sequitur?
A great place for coffee and a snack.
I think this is a shot of Little Falls which maintains this post’s non sequitur status: The Cafe at Stone Mill.
And here we are, approaching 250 words. Happy Tuesday, everyone!
Mohawk Valley Girl 