Around Ansonia

Into the Ansonia Court this weekend for a 4-year old's princess birthday party. They have pictures of the old factory hanging in the Court's entryway, but I wish they'd put up some images of the amazing clocks they once fashioned there. Back before the court was lined with trees, I imagine. I never noticed how all the trees planted every three yards around the courtyard have limbs that grow nearly straight up in most cases. A good choice for the tight space.

I asked Russell if he knew what the green stuff growing on this 12th St. tree could be. He said barley. Once I told him about it he kept calling it Lincoln instead of lichen and cracking up. He wanted to take some home, but I didn't have anything to put it in and didn't feel like putting it in my pocket. Perhaps I had my karmic retribution when a gel pen spilled its ink in my pocket, coating 2 of my fingers with a glittery blue patina.