Just Wandering Around
Some visuals from our evening walk Tuesday night. On Monday, Mrs. Perils, knowing my weakness for Peeps, told me about this wondrous tableau in a yard on the next block. Peeps were communing, conferring and probably conjugating in various spots around the yard. Trouble was, it’s been raining earnestly at times since Easter morning. I can hear Richard Harris singing about all the sweet green icing running down, but, actually, these guys are in remarkable shape. I think the Easter Bunny needs a visit from PEEPTA.
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From there, we wandered down to Green Lake to catch the last of the evening sun. There were veils of rain about in the area, however, and rainbows came and went as we walked.
As we were walking along the lake, we heard disembodied trumpet-playing from somewhere near the lake. We walked toward it, looking up in the woods and all around, but finally located its source (click below for YouTube movie):
Peeps are so weird. Have you ever seen those Peep jousting photos? That series and your series just proves to me that Peeps are not meant to be food…
Peeps as garden gnomes. I see a whole marketing scheme.
And what’s with the horn player in the car? Are you supposed to throw your tip in through the car window?
Imp, there was a whole series of Peeps dioramas in the Washington Post over the Easter holiday weekend. It was really delightful. They may not be food, but I love them with coffee.
Kathy, there may be a biohazard issue to tiptoe (or campaign-contribute) around. Not sure about the horn-player. I’d like to have taken a longer slice, but didn’t want to cross the line between curiosity and intrusion.
“Someone left the Peeps out in the rain…”