Yes, Mary is living in our garage. After three days of converting our house into Christmas, I went looking for my Marys and found her in various places on Don's workbench. She is now Our Lady of Tools. Her guardian is El gallo de muchos colores.
In the house is now a collection of Marys, all residing in mangers scattered throughout the house. I'll save those for another day.
I don't know what it is about little ol' Hughson, CA but for a small town which has only a mom and pop grocery store (yes, it's that small) they sure have a sweet choice of eateries. Hamilton's and Bob's have been my places of choice but now I have Main Street (thank you, Marie). The coffee is GOOD, they have a grilled cheese sandwich to die for, and a wall of veterans, current and from yesteryears. In the words of my favorite cyborg, "I'll be back".
And I always seem to be finding little back road surprises. These two kept my driver, Marie, braking. The trees were on the corner of an orchard and the tree right at the corner had ornaments and a stocking hanging to say hello to the drivers going by.
The Elvis was a big surprise. The front room window of the house was filled with a plethora of stuffed cats and bears AND this early Elvis. It was the craziest thing to see. Unfortunately, the rest of the house was a bit unsettling. All the windows were blocked with boxes and other things stacked up. We thought a hoarder might be Elvis's creator. Fortunately, I took my pictures and made my get-away without anyone coming out to inquire about what I was doing.
ONE LAST THING