I pass this tree (and several like it, but none as fine as this one) when I walk to and from work. I think it’s a beech. It’s an old one and quite lovely.
There’s a pedestrian underpass I use to cross the bypass, when I walk to work. It’s fairly new. Last spring, there was no graffiti. Slowly the darn kids have painted the hell out of it, and I actually kind of like what they’ve done with the place.
Every year, a funnel weaver sets up shop in the corner of my patio door frame. I leave her alone. I figure she’s not hurting anything, and she eats lots of bugs.
Somewhere between putting it in my cart and getting it home, a William Sleator book went missing. I’m bummed about that, but it was still a really good thrifting day.