Sh! Don’t tell anybody, but it is Thursday morning as I do a Waste Not Want Not Wednesday post. Once again, I question why I have to call attention to my sins of omission. Then I laugh at myself for saying, “Sh! Don’t tell anybody” when I am blaring it over the blogosphere. Anyways, who are you going to tell? What difference can it make to anyone if one person who calls herself a daily blogger misses a day here and there? But this is getting into half-baked philosophy more suited to Lame Post Friday. Quick, throw in a picture, before I got too bogged down.
Looks kind of like Janus.
Amongst the daisies which run wild in my front yard, I found a double one so had to take a picture. I clipped it and brought it in the house, using a champagne flute for a vase. Ooh, that makes me have a craving for champagne. I haven’t had any in a while.
Not my tree, unfortunately.
I saw a tree like my beloved Frankentree while out on a walk and had to take a picture. My own tree is not so Frankeny anymore since my sister Cheryl took a chainsaw to it. In her (and my) defense, the branches she cut off were mostly brown. I’d like to take the rest of the tree down and maybe plant one of those flowery ones in its place, but that’s for the future.
My tree now. Note the wild daisies in the foreground.
He was not a Frankenhusband.
And here is what my tree used to look like, shown with my late, dearly missed husband Steve. But these are two pictures from the past, so I will end with one more new one.
That reminds me, I need to go for a walk.
Here is another shot of the walking trail at Town of Herkimer Park, the subject of yesterday’s post. I have a few more pictures I didn’t share yet, so I may write more about that attractive setting. And I will definitely go back and walk the trail.
Mohawk Valley Girl 