We haven’t been anywhere more exotic than downtown DC, the suburbs, a couple of forays to Pennsylvania, and our own neighborhood lately. Travel adventures will have to wait til later in February when we will embark on a trip to California. (First post-pandemic foray to the West Coast.)
Yet, sometimes you can just take a walk in your own neighborhood and notice something photo-worthy, or just interesting and funny enough to share. A few years and many blogs back, I proposed a sort of “three photo challenge” to take a short walk and see what might surprise you. Then never followed up on that idea.
But last week I was just walking to stick something in a near-by post box, and saw a few things that jogged my memory of the “neighborhood photo challenge” so I snapped a few pix.
[Just so you know, the yak in the photo above was NOT in our neighborhood, but at the restaurant Himalayan Wild Yak near Ashburn, where we met some friends for lunch. Just to prove that we have been “getting around” a bit. And because it is sort of funny.]
Is this the world’s smallest rubber chicken? And why was it laying on the sidewalk about a block down from our house? I left it laying atop the gate post nearest its discovery, just in case its owner came back to find it. Who wants to lose the world’s smallest rubber chicken, after all? In case you can’t read the metal sign on the gate, it says “Please Shut the Gate, Dog in Yard.” Which makes you wonder, did the dog already escape? Should I now shut the gate, or might the dog come back and want back into the yard? Or maybe there is no longer a dog to worry about, since he/she already escaped. I’ll check the next time I pass this house. I hope the dog still exists and was maybe just in the house awaiting escape. In which case maybe I should have shut the gate after all. (But I didn’t.)I don’t know what kind of bush this is, but it bravely defies the stupid groundhog’s predictions that there are six more weeks of winter. I thought it was forsythia but I’m not sure. Whatever it is, it is a harbinger of hope that spring flowers are just around the corner. Unless of course we get another bout of temperatures in the teens and the flowers die. Here’s wishing that doesn’t happen!
