“Old trucks never die, they just go to sleep.” A young friend (a mechanically inclined young man) told me that once when I referred to an old truck as “dead”. It’s good to remember.
Or, maybe it’s a Hairy Woodpecker. Still nice to have it visit my feeder.
Just found this is my archive. Why, I wonder, did I think it would belong in the archive? It’s a nice reminder that I need to weed out my archive.
Whoever the nice person is that keeps placing bouquets on this post along the Larry Scott Trail in Port Townsend, WA, I really appreciate the effort. I thought this one was particularly nice, but they get replaced frequently. I wonder if the deer came up and ate the tulips. They sure munch on any that are growing outside my fenced area.
No, not an insult (used in Game of Thrones, once or twice) … this guy was nice enough to stand still while looking at me. There was a fence between us … but he was still hoping that I would share a treat.
I obeyed the sign and didn’t offer anything.
This was taken at one of the small farms along the Larry Scott Trail south of Port Townsend, WA.