We went for a long drive up into the mountains yesterday, and as we rounded a corner through a stand of trees to a clear cut, this one lone creepy tree stood. I can understand why the loggers left it there, it's not every day you run into something like this, but it looks evil.
Then this morning, as I was pouring creamer in to my coffee, this happened. OK, I know this isn't nature, it's my kitchen, and it's not just coffee it's Cafe Du' Monde', but it happened all by itself. Not near as good as if the face of Jesus would have appeared, but interesting all the same.
And now for your listening pleasure, Henry plays the harmonica (he calls it a "mouth organ" and it makes me laugh, he's also hell bent on teaching me how to play, I have two and never really got into it)
