From October 8, 2011

From October 8, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

The ferns thrive despite the cold nights and the changing light, and I love them. The newts, on the other hand, are not faring so well. They burn up on the road during the day if they are not hit by traffic. On the weekends, I am the self-appointed newt chauffeur, carrying these little dudes to safety in the moistened palm of my hand. Maybe they heard from the tortoises on the street that on the weekends you are likely to catch air. All morning on Sunday I asked the newts why they need to cross the road. They told me to take my questions to the chicken.