Today, I was sure Woodstock would be smiling up from his rock on the bench and greet me. As I walked up the sidewalk, picking up the pace, I could see it was a different painted rock than yesterday. My heart rate increased along with my anticipation. Woodstock, is that YOU?
No, it was another bird, instead—a hummingbird! But, wait! Woodstock’s buddies look just like him! There aren’t any hummingbirds in his flock.
Will the Peanuts Gang return tomorrow? That remains to be seen.
Meanwhile, I left this note under the rock, in a Ziploc bag, hopeful it will be found by its intended recipient:
Dear artist,
I have been writing about your adorable creations!
ElainesTravels.com
Scroll down to read the oldest post first; it’s an ongoing mystery! Will it be solved?
Cheers!
Elaine
