The Traffic Tree

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. I have many duties in upholding the law. I even lay down the law when I’m laying down.

But when you’re camping full time like we are, you don’t know the routines of the ones you are policing. So you have to do a lot of watching to figure out who is breaking the law.

In site #15 here at the park, there is a very large tree. Deputy Digby has been giving up his TV bed the last few nights because he has been acting like a baby and wanting to sleep with Boy Person. So I get his spot which is prime seating right under the tree. The traffic tree.

You see, the daily commute for the locals here is a hard one. They have to navigate the traffic tree with its many limbs and branches. I see the traffic tie ups. I see the squirrels passing illegally. No blinkers. No turn signals. No laws being obeyed.

I see many accidents too. Squirrels falling, birds getting mad and pecking them. Oh, yes. The road rage is out of control.

Yes. It’s quite entertaining to me. But I also have to wonder if they like their daily commute. Are all the acorns they are looking to store up worth the travel? Do they ever wonder if they should work from home instead?

I have never understood why persons fight traffic and spend their hours getting to a place that they don’t want to be in the first place. Seems to me that if you have to be in traffic, the traffic tree is the best place to be.

The commute doesn’t last long. The other drivers just dust themselves off when they bump into each other, and they sing while they drive. Then, when they get tired of driving, the birds fly away and the squirrels go to the ground and take a break to eat.

Do they love the jobs they are going to? They say if you love what you do you will never work a day in your life. Although I’m not sure if that’s entirely true, I do know that getting to where you need to be takes work. Sometimes, if the traffic in your life is too much, you need to change direction. Sometimes, you might even need to stay where you are.

I have set up a speed trap. And now, my work begins. You see, speeding thru life isn’t acceptable either. There’s no excuse for breaking the law.

Think about your fights each day and the battles you choose. Life isn’t easy. But neither is traffic. Find your own traffic tree, make your own way and enjoy the ride.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

Who Is She?

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Some persons are a mystery.

Some songs talk about mysteries.

Some dogs are a mystery.  Like me.  Except there is no mystery that I am the most handsome dog on earth.


Sometimes, life in itself is a mystery. 

And sometimes.  Sometimes.  Trees are a mystery.



There we were. Just taking a walk in the woods.  We had walked by the same tree many times before.  Digby had peed on it many times before.  But all of a sudden, there she was.  In the tree.  We saw her.  


She stopped us in our tracks.  Girl Person said this was not something that you see every day…a face in a tree.  But I actually wondered why she thought this.  We see the faces of trees every day.  


We see the faces of flowers, the faces in the sky, the faces in the things that persons walk past every day. 


Sometimes, these faces speak louder to us than others.  But they only show their faces to those that are looking for them.  They only show their face to ones that want to see them.  That want to appreciate them.  


Sometimes though, persons will only see exactly what is in front of them. It’s no mystery that persons think they are too important and have too many important things to worry about. No mystery at all.

So this tree had to put on her face.  Granny Person used to say that all the time before she put on her makeup.  But this is even more than that. When you want someone to see you for really what you are, it might take work on your part.  Putting your best face forward isn’t even what it’s about.  It’s about putting your real face forward.  If someone sees you for what you are, you don’t have to fake it.  No one can fake a face in a tree.  I know that.  I saw her.  But will you see all the other faces around you?  They are there.  No, don’t be scared.  Be appreciative when they notice you.


So the question remains. Who was she? This beautiful face in the tree.  I say that she is different for each and every one of us.  For me, she is the Goddess of Peanut Butter who bestows a peanut butter rain storm every few years.  I am still waiting for it, but she says it is coming.  And when that happens, peanut butter cookies, crunchy peanut butter and creamy peanut butter will all come down with it.  


For Digby, he says that she is the Queen Of Pancakeland where houses are made of pancakes, cars are made of pancakes, and pancake parents carry around their pancake babies with blankets of pancakes, and since they obviously have pancake dogs and walk them on pancake leashes, everyone is happy there.


So find your face in the tree today.  Find a face in a flower.  Find a face in the sand.  And see what that face is trying to tell you.  

-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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