strange

Now, I do expect to find some things buried in the snow after a bit of a thaw. A missing glove perhaps. Dirt usually. Bottles aren’t that uncommon.

But I was a little surprised at the shopping cart at the end of my street. Perhaps it’s a refugee, freed from the tyranny of the grocery store that isn’t anywhere near my street. Maybe it’s just lost.

Either way. It’s not going anywhere any time soon.