Toot Toot

This is for the two or so guys that read my blog. I know, from having a son, you like things that go vroom or putt putt along, all those endearing little sounds boys make.

I pass this little vehicle, or whatever it is, on the way to town when I'm at the farm. It is just the oddest thing. It reminds me of the cardboard boxes I used to climb into and turn into cars. The days and life much simpler then. I have never seen one driving on the road.

My friend Monique, recently went to Paris and reminded me of scenes we witnessed too while in Paris. These smallish cars (I drive a pick-up truck) would pull up to the curbs to parallel park and would literally bump into the cars in front and in back until they wedged into a parking place. I and my friends simply stood with our mouths gaped open; couldn't believe what we were witnessing.

If someone did that in America, they'd face stiff fines and a ticket and big insurance bills. That is if you are lucky and don't make someone mad enough to elicit road rage.

This little vehicle is old. The top was peeling and tattered. I didn't want to tarry too long and couldn't get a front shot or risk being run over by traffic.

Sorry ladies. If only there were some pretty wildflowers growing alongside. I'm off to can bread and butter pickles; the last thing I am canning this year.