I walked the Eastside Beltline today. I couldn’t face returning to Piedmont Park. You see…as I walked past a woman leaning on the railing looking at the lake, I thought, gee interesting pattern on her exercise tights. Then, I realized the pattern was tattoos visible through the tight-stretched material. I sped up, very glad she was facing the opposite direction.
Lots of animal evidence along the Beltline. I saw big horseshoe prints. I saw the black cat that lives at the hard-rain-overflow well (he’s got a new teensy mailbox—name on it: Piper). I saw lots of dog tracks, some muddy. I saw lots of robins and some other small birds. I saw skateboarders and skaters. No oxen or tigers. I smelled pigs. Well, pig excrement—the Trees Atlanta people were busy.
Rumor has it, they were preparing to plant a sea of oats. (Refer to twitter feed.)