This morning, on our walk, puppy Shadow and I walked through the tunnel that takes one “to the other side” from our Green Acres enclave —
and, I was not surprised to see that it has already received yet another block lettered graffiti word (bong?) after recently being grey-washed, as usual, by the city. Last year, for a brief and shining moment, we called forth another kind of artistic expression in there.
I . . .
Today, from Oakwood, Ted send me an email telling me to watch “Weeds.” Okay.
Hmmm. Maybe we should paint so-called weeds — i.e., extremely resilient wild plants (see this morning’s post) — on the those walls?