Anything for a weird life

It's snowing, which might have led me to sit indoors all afternoon, instead of getting outside even briefly.

However, I was On A Mission. Someone (who can identify zirself if zie wishes) asked in zir LJ for some hawthorn branches. This touched off my finding things/solving problems/connecting people with resources buttons. I grabbed my coat and went for a walk in the snow. The area of Inwood Hill Park nearest my home was landscaped, some decades back, by people who liked hawthorns, so it now contains a number of mature, twisty hawthorn trees, which periodically drop branches.

I looked under a couple of trees and saw nothing useful, hardly even a berry. I apologized to a mallard drake, because he was under a hawthorn, but managed not to disturb him in discovering that there was nothing there.

The next tree had lots of small branches under it. I picked up half a dozen that fit my friend's specification, and walked a little further, not stopping as I told the mallards that this trip out in the snow was to gather branches, not bring them a snack.

Another tree, near the sidewalk, yielded a thicker branch, in case that's what's wanted. I only hope berries aren't called for; it's late enough that there are few left, and those have probably been trodden if not pissed on.

Anything for a weird life

It's snowing, which might have led me to sit indoors all afternoon, instead of getting outside even briefly.

However, I was On A Mission. Someone (who can identify zirself if zie wishes) asked in zir LJ for some hawthorn branches. This touched off my finding things/solving problems/connecting people with resources buttons. I grabbed my coat and went for a walk in the snow. The area of Inwood Hill Park nearest my home was landscaped, some decades back, by people who liked hawthorns, so it now contains a number of mature, twisty hawthorn trees, which periodically drop branches.

I looked under a couple of trees and saw nothing useful, hardly even a berry. I apologized to a mallard drake, because he was under a hawthorn, but managed not to disturb him in discovering that there was nothing there.

The next tree had lots of small branches under it. I picked up half a dozen that fit my friend's specification, and walked a little further, not stopping as I told the mallards that this trip out in the snow was to gather branches, not bring them a snack.

Another tree, near the sidewalk, yielded a thicker branch, in case that's what's wanted. I only hope berries aren't called for; it's late enough that there are few left, and those have probably been trodden if not pissed on.

QOTD: If not now, when?

"Next year won't be the best time, and the year after won't be. There's midyear elections, mayoral elections and governor elections. There will never be the best time. It's the same script."—Gavin Newsom

QOTD: If not now, when?

"Next year won't be the best time, and the year after won't be. There's midyear elections, mayoral elections and governor elections. There will never be the best time. It's the same script."—Gavin Newsom