I am on the warpath, and it's unlikely the perpetrator will be reading this, but I must get it off my chest, just as I tried to get it off the sidewalk.
Broken glass, I don't know how many small shards of it, on the sidewalk by the swimming pool, where children walk...some, perhaps, barefoot because they've just been swimming.
I didn't have a container with me, but I did have a facial tissue, because one never knows, but the nose knows...
So there I was, an old lady with a walker, not to mention a bad back, stooping down to pick up as many shards of glass as one tissue could hold, then carefully carrying the whole thing to one of the dumpsters beside the ice rink, with disposal in mind.
I am a childless aunt/great-aunt/step-grandma, and I take those roles very, very seriously. My instinct, as my eldest niece and my youngest brother can tell you, is save-the-child.
But wait, there's more...yes, more broken glass, on the ground all around the dumpsters.
Saving the town's children from broken glass suddenly looms as an impossible task. The best Auntie/Grandma/Nana Kay can do now is write a letter to the editor of the local rag.
But it was a good walk otherwise, although I started too late, so the shadowy places were smaller and farther between. There was a nice breeze, though, and the walk would have been quite enjoyable except for being on the warpath.
For instance, these photos were fun to take,
because I wanted to compare the leaves and fruit of a neighbour's tree with the leaves and fruit of our own ornamental crabapple tree.
As you can see below, allowing for the difference in seasons, the leaves of our ornamental crabapple are distinctly green, with nary a bronze leaf in sight, but the fruit of each is definitely similar.
Stay tuned while I solve this mystery. I'll be right back, probably tomorrow.