I did nothing that I was suppose to do today.
So last week I saw this woman walking her dog and they arrived at a cross walk and she kept trying to push his butt down so he would sit but he kept just hovering above the pavement and then standing up again. And as my thoughts went wandering around about why the dog didn’t want to sit I realized that most dogs have to put their asshole on the ground. Like what would it be like having your asshole touch every fucking thing you sat on. Pavement, Sand, mud, gravel, chairs, carpet, ect. I don’t know its now something I keep thinking about. I felt I needed to express this thought so there it is.
my hair guys. Gunna add more purple this time.
Wondering the woods, as I am wont to do of a Sunday afternoon, I today discovered the felled remains of a wishing tree, that is, a tree with hundreds of coins embedded in its bark.
Found on woodland trails up and down the UK, the curious custom is the result of superstitious passer-bys who hammer the coins into the trunks with rocks, in the belief that it will bring them good fortune.
In many examples coins are present from centuries ago when it was believed that divine spirits lived within the trees who could be appeased by such offerings. In one wishing tree a florin dating from around the 14th century was found, whilst Queen Victoria wrote of a visit to a wishing tree in Scotland in 1877.
[Photos are mine]
This is so amazing, I wanna find one!