Now, It IS THE Most Wonderful Time of Year
…when strange stuff is supposed to happen. But not in my backyard, capiche?
This is (as Jeff can attest) my lovely drake elm ~ a fine figure of a tree sprung from feeble sprout planted about 7 years ago, with a quirky cant West thanks to Ivan.
Bucolic, n’est pas?
And THIS is my [man?]drake on paranormal energy:
Taunting me with the second ball he’s caught in as many weeks. Honestly, I was scared to take a picture, because you just never know what the camera sees that you don’t, but major dad poo-pooed the first one for lack of evidence…until it dropped out of the tree the next day. I be damned if he was getting a second shot at, “Oh, sure. The tree that plays catch.”
As there were no vaporous pranksters perched on the limb, I will have to concede that the drake is choosing to toy with me himself. And driving BeauBeau bonkers. Take THAT, Dorothy.
I feel a hug coming on.
Fun | tree hugging sister | 
October 22, 2009 6:01 pm
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It’s like Charlie Brown’s kite-eating tree!
It’s an Ent!
Take some pictures, you may have a ghost in the tree!!!
Sis, your entire back yard is quirky. Very nice, but quirky. The drake merely reflects that energy…..
Besides, what’s the problem? Grab that M14, and the ball will the ground pronto!
Wait, my bad. I meant “M1A1”, not M14. Man, that drake is still bothering, years later…..
Poor tree, he just wants a donut. They’d better open that DD soon.
That tree’s staring at your neighbors. Tell ’em you named it Karl Rove and see what happens.