My oldest daughter has a neighbor who has this tree. I was hoping that it was a tree that grew bottles of Relax Riesling. No such luck. She just hangs the empties. Why? I have no idea, but I love seeing those blue bottles.
When I was a kid, every time we passed an abandoned farmstead, my grandmother would always say, "Someone was happy there once." I always liked to imagine kids playing in the yard, or folks sitting on the porch. As an adult, I can see what a positive spin Grandma put on what was a sad situation. Obviously, the farmstead was in decay, the house collapsing on itself, and nothing but empty prairies around it. Yet, Grandma chose to concentrate on what it had meant to someone. I like that.
I told you Picasa has all kinds of new editing features. This picture was just a beer bottle on the picnic table. I love the fact that the editing makes it look like a painting. (Maybe a photo like this could teach me to paint???)