Messages and Ents

          The Mamester and I took a cabin-fever-canceling drive yesterday to her most favorite park in the world.
It’s at the end of town, just before you end up at the beach, and it’s chockfull of great smells. Or so she tells me. It was awash with other dog owners and their tickets to freedom. Mamie left so many communiques of her own to the canine community, I’m surprised she didn’t keel over from dehydration.

          The small park is really a terrace dividing the avenue, with houses facing it on either side. As we entered the park, we did receive this warning, and it was repeated at intervals as we walked. 

          The residents also had messages of their own, these a bit friendlier. 

      

    We finished up at my most favorite tree, a huge banyan, one of a couple there. Although it can be tricky to figure out where one ends and the other begins. 

A tiny bit of research told me they’re actually of the fig species, and when the fig seeds dropped by birds onto the crevices germinate and grow, the roots head downward to the ground. These can turn into trunks, hard to distinguish from the original tree.

 

All I know is, they’re fascinating, and I’m always expecting Gandalf, staff in hand, to appear from behind one.