Burma Shave Not

Today was my long postponed birthday treat at the Buzzard's Roost down in Yarnell courtesy of the Pooh-shaped lady at The One Acre Wood. We took the long way with stops here and there to take all manner of pictures.

For instance, there's this set of Burma Shave style signs on the high road to Highland Pines...

...and, oops, it ends there, hanging in mid-air. There should be one more sign, to rhyme with #2, closing out the admonition (followed by the Burma Shave sign in the old days.) Ms. Pooh thinks there once was one, saying something like Gone to waste. If you've got a better line, do post it in the "comments" below!

The back sides of the signs also carry half a message, something about being firewise.

A quick look at the sponsor's signature sign suggests that quite some little time has passed since anyone thought about maintenance.

Despite the dryness, there were also a few roadside wildflowers at our stop. Above, lavender dakota verbenas, almost spent, and below, a pretty yellow mystery. Perhaps sweetbrush or perityle; I'll beg help from my AZ plants mailing list folk for a more solid ID.


And, just so you know why the folks in Highland Pines are concerned about wildfires -- look at the beautiful wooded area where they live!

Note: I may miss my daily post tomorrow -- it's ballet recital time up at OmegaMom's & I'll be out of town overnight. And would you believe I've been so busy tying up loose ends that I missed noting my one-year anniversary at Walking Prescott yesterday! Ah well. So it goes.