Wicked Walk

This past Wednesday, June 18th 2014, I walked fairly early in the morning, while it was still cool.

Here is what I saw.

I barely made it out of the driveway when I spotted this little guy creeping among the grass and mushrooms.

I barely made it out of the driveway when I spotted this little guy creeping among the grass and mushrooms.

Roadside Flowers.

Roadside Flowers.

Another Beauty.

Another Beauty.

The Texas State Railroad borders our property on the west.

The Texas State Railroad borders our property on the west.

Queen Ann's Lace.

Queen Ann’s Lace.

Spider Web.

Spider Web.

The forest viewed through the web.

The forest viewed through the web.

A balloon that I am 100 percent sure came from our homeschool party last week.  I took it home and threw it away.

A balloon that I am 100 percent sure came from our homeschool party last week, it was a mile from the house. I took it home and threw it away.

When I saw the tree below I immediately thought it looked like a woman at the OB’s office.  Then I thought it looked like a woman having a baby. Or maybe a woman having a baby at the OB’s office.  Which would mean she was probably having the baby in a hospital and although I really dislike hospitals I dislike pain even more so being at a hospital is better than being at home while giving birth.  At least that is what I think although I have nothing but respect for those who give birth at home or all-natural.  Its just not for me.  No, not at all for me.

Who knew when that tree sprouted from a seed that it would induce (snicker, snicker) such a thought process years later?  I named this tree O.B.

Maybe I should just listen to music while I walk.

O.B. Tree

O.B. Tree

Trail in the woods.

Trail in the woods.

I get home from my peaceful, thought provoking walk to find my child running madly away from the lidless sugar bowl.

I can’t go anywhere.

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