THE BATTLE FOR LIGHT – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Battle

“But your honor,” he whined, “I had no idea the lamppost would fall on his head. It never fell down before.” Of course, he pondered, no one else had weighed three hundred pounds and leaned on it before, either.

The judge banged his gavel on the desk twice to emphasize his point. “Son,” he exclaimed, “You can’t just go putting up stuff without properly setting them in the ground. We have laws about such things.”

“What laws? I didn’t know there were any laws. There were no lights on the street. I wanted a light so I’d know where to turn into my driveway. All you can see are shadows and darkness. Besides, all my neighbors told me I couldn’t set my mailbox in cement because when the snowplows come, they would knock it over … and  if it’s just standing in the dirt, you just put it upright and that’s it.”

“The lamppost was electrified,” the judge reminded him.

“No wires. Just one of those bulbs that collect daylight so it shines in the dark … or at least until it runs out.”

“It hit him on the head. He’s in a coma. In the hospital.”

“No one told him to lean on it. Who hangs around the street at night, learning on lampposts? Who does he think he is, Bogey?” As he made this comment, a mist rolled through the courtroom and the lights dimmed.

“My word,” thought the judge. “I think it IS Bogey!” And who was that fat guy? Sidney Greenstreet? Or maybe … Orson Wells? Was this a courtroom or a television set for Law & Order? When he heard the background music, he began to worry. He didn’t have a union card … and there were laws about that.

Night in Boston

It turned out there was no law against putting up a lamppost, properly or otherwise. In fact, the city charter was singularly free of laws regarding lights and posts and implementation of said devices.

“Well,” commented the judge, trying to see the plaintiff through the rolling mist, “There oughtta be a law.”

Ultimately, the judge ruled the lamppost an “attractive obstruction” and told the gentleman to please stop putting up lampposts.

It was too late. He had already lit most of the town and it had cost a pretty penny at that. However, in line with safety regulations, each post had a sign stapled to it that said:

“Beware! Leaning on this lamppost can
result in serious injury and crushing.”

A small victory in the battle for personal freedom in a world with too many stupid laws.


RDP Saturday: MAY

Normally, by May, I’m dusting off my sandals and happily finding my short-sleeved shirts and wondering if I have any lightweight summer pants. Not this year. I’m still in wool and sweatshirts. From the wooly socks to the light wool dress with a Red Sox hoodie on top, it’s not very merry this May in New England. Or, for that matter, in Ontario or many places across the northern parts of the country.

Rain, even snow is still falling. Despite that, maybe because it has been so terribly wet, the trees are greening up. It’s not pleasant weather, but it looks like May, no matter how it feels. The flowers aren’t blooming. That would be the lack of sunshine and the nearly constant rain … but I think I can promise that there will, at the very least, be leaves on the trees.

Cowbird and flyaway Chickadee

But that’s as good as it is getting. There are some early spring flowers. The Daffodils have grown and we have had one (just one) tulip. And the flags for future daylilies are rising from the sodden earth.

Cowbird and Chickadee

We have an event to go to next week, but the sandals aren’t even on my agenda. I’m wondering if it will be cold enough for boots!

I trust that eventually it will stop raining. And eventually, it will warm up. A lot of wildflowers are not up yet and they are very late. About a month late, actually. I suppose we will have this year what we had last year.

Greening of the woods

As soon as the season dries up and the sun comes out, everything will make up for the lost time and we will go from not having any flowers to a double-time growth as the late-blooming flowers fight for a spot in the sunlight. The problem is that when we get leafy trees before we get spring flowers, they don’t grow well because where they need the sunshine, they are instead getting shade from the trees.

A little Goldfinch

Not much I can do about it but wait and see how it develops. Took a few pictures yesterday, but they aren’t anything special, I fear.

THREE OF A KIND – OR VERY CLOSE – Marilyn Armstrong

A Photo a Week Challenge: Three of a Kind

Last week, it was the rule of three, but this week, it’s three of a kind. This is pretty easy because I take the same pictures over and over hoping at least one of them will be perfect.

Nothing is ever perfect!

I was lucky. Garry actually liked all of these and a few others too.