PT. 2: Fearing The Fir

They are multiplying. The freaky faced tree now has a doppleganger directly across the street. Same omnipresent smile and bugged out eyes, this one with a trace of spiderweb because, apparently, the creep factor needed to be taken up a notch.

The tree sits in a yard surrounded by that icon of Americana, the white picket fence. Which in the 21st century seems to favor wood-grain embossed plastic as its contruction medium.

I'm off for my morning walk...wish me luck.

Just Leaf Me Alone

Our neighborhood is a friendly, wave to people, know the business owners kind of place. With cheery, tree-lined streets...wait, did I say "cheery"? Well now I stand corrected. There is one tree on our street that can only be described with a word that begins with C and has the same number of letters. You guessed it crossword buffs: Creepy.



It looks like the spawn of a devilish clown and a maple tree. The unholy Diablo Deciduous.