Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
We had a nice scenic drive after the hairdo session, and every tree that could possibly put out blooms seemed to be in its final throes of display. The gray skies always make a nice backdrop for all the color.
On my way to the supermarket, I passed a boulangerie; out by the dumpsters a squirrel had its head buried in a croissant half its size.
Around the 'hood, the tall rangy mad fellow ambles along, plucking snails from retaining walls and vegetation, examines them, muttering, then throws them down and steps on them. We find their oozing remains on our walks; just hope it's his only way of venting.
On my way to the supermarket, I passed a boulangerie; out by the dumpsters a squirrel had its head buried in a croissant half its size.
Around the 'hood, the tall rangy mad fellow ambles along, plucking snails from retaining walls and vegetation, examines them, muttering, then throws them down and steps on them. We find their oozing remains on our walks; just hope it's his only way of venting.
posted by isabelita at 11:19 AM
2 Comments:
Boy, oh, boy. You have your share of colorful neighborhood nut bags, don'tcha?
Well, Seattle's a funny place; it's lots of neighborhoods, often connected by bus routes, so you never know who might land in your area. There's a lovely big city park not far from us, and there are sometimes people sleeping in it at night, despite the posted hours.
Snail Smashin' Dude lives around here though...
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