A brilliant thought happened in my head today. When does gardening become farming and farming become gardening????? That is enough heavy thinking for this morning. My head hurts now.
The Memorial Park walking trail provided a lot of fun this morning before lunch. There were not many cars in the parking lot and few folks on the trails. However a trail terrorist was waiting on folks to harass them as they passed by.
But first some nice things happened. There was a man and a very nice black pup walking also. The pup was very friendly but not pushy at all. He was ready for some good petting or ready for some more walking whichever came his way. My hands got in three good pup pettings before the walking was over. Here is the man and his owner the black pup.
As they walked along the pup would jump up and push on the man’s hips with both front feet. The pup wanted to be carried. Later when we met again the pup was walking. The man said that as soon as they got beyond that stretch of woods the pup had wanted down again. The pup must have smelled something that made it nervous. They were fun to visit.
One of the many benches on the trail was looking like a great spot to idle some time away in peaceful conditions. The things in the pond to the left side of the picture are floating chunks of foam for the turtles to climb on and do whatever turtles do. The aerator helps keep the water in good shape for the critters. The bench is for old fat men to rest if needed. The scene is refreshing.
Part of the path is still blocked by the over abundance of water in the ponds. Luckily it is the far back loop and you can approach the blockage from either or both sides. My preference is to walk all the way from one direction then all the way back around from the other direction. The deepest part is about three inches deep. Walking in wet socks is not a good idea to me. So no wading during a walk for this old fat man.
Many thistles are blooming now. They have one of the prettiest flowers in the flower world. This one was freshly opened and just begging to have its picture in my blog.
And now the trail terrorist must be handled. Actually there are several of them scattered around the park.
They hang back until you get close then come running out to confront you and extract a passage tax. They will chase you for quite a distance trying to get the tax from you. Apparently many folks pay the tax right out of their hands, usually in the form of deer corn.
It was a pleasant day and a wonderful opportunity to try to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.