Back a few weeks ago I was walking along a very old path that meandered through the woods high above the Grand River.
I happened on a small branch, or stick that had died and fallen onto the path. It had once been attached to very stately black Walnut Tree.
Bending over, I picked it up just to clear the path so that some not so vigilant passerby wouldn't inadvertently trip over it and possibly scramble their cognitive resources against said tree of very dense Walnut.
As I walked along holding the branch, I realized that I was using it as a staff.
Well I guess that you have guessed where the story goes from there.
It wasn't many days afterwards billytwohearts had a new walking stick.
I carved a face, named it WALLY, fancied it up a bit. I'm not quite finished but there's no hurry, Wally isn't complaining.
At least I havn't heard any complaints.
Walk Tall my Friends..................billytwohearts