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This morning I was looking at a map looking for an amusing excursion and found a marker for something called Ponyhenge. How could I not visit something with a name like that? I asked hubs. Nope, not up for the trip. I asked Galen. Ditto; not interested in a car ride. I asked Ritter. He ran to the garage door with an expression of doggy glee. OK Ritter, we're gonna do art and history again today.
Ponyhenge turns out to be what happens when an eccentric Yankee puts a rocking horse in his side yard, an eccentric Yankee neighbor decides the rocking horse needs a friend, and then a bunch of more eccentric Yankees start contributing more rocking horses. The collection is arranged in two circles around a small Christmas tree:
Many ponies have been decorated:
All different styles and sizes: old fashioned wooden rockers, molded plastic on springs, home made...
A sign on a fence post next to the herd:
Ritter decided the ponies were boring pretty quickly. I wouldn't let him pee on any of the ponies, I wouldn't even let him pee on the tree in the middle, and most of the ponies didn't smell like much of anything.
Next we went into the center of the town to visit something called the Twisted Tree. It's a well loved local landmark, an old Catalpa tree that grew in a bizarre contorted form. Catalpas aren't much used in ornamental landscaping around here any more, although I do occasionally see them growing wild in the disturbed soil along highway verges. They are spectacular for around a week in early June, when they explode with bunches of white flowers against half grown leaves. Then they produce messy seed pods like giant string beans, and the autumn foliage is fairly drab.
We finished our walk in a sunken field partially bordered by a tall stone wall. Ritter decided to get a better vantage by climbing the steps leading to a small opening in the wall:
Ponyhenge turns out to be what happens when an eccentric Yankee puts a rocking horse in his side yard, an eccentric Yankee neighbor decides the rocking horse needs a friend, and then a bunch of more eccentric Yankees start contributing more rocking horses. The collection is arranged in two circles around a small Christmas tree:
Many ponies have been decorated:
All different styles and sizes: old fashioned wooden rockers, molded plastic on springs, home made...
A sign on a fence post next to the herd:
Ritter decided the ponies were boring pretty quickly. I wouldn't let him pee on any of the ponies, I wouldn't even let him pee on the tree in the middle, and most of the ponies didn't smell like much of anything.
Next we went into the center of the town to visit something called the Twisted Tree. It's a well loved local landmark, an old Catalpa tree that grew in a bizarre contorted form. Catalpas aren't much used in ornamental landscaping around here any more, although I do occasionally see them growing wild in the disturbed soil along highway verges. They are spectacular for around a week in early June, when they explode with bunches of white flowers against half grown leaves. Then they produce messy seed pods like giant string beans, and the autumn foliage is fairly drab.
We finished our walk in a sunken field partially bordered by a tall stone wall. Ritter decided to get a better vantage by climbing the steps leading to a small opening in the wall: