It seems like everyone speaks of time — poets, authors, philosophers, comedians, even rock stars.
- “Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
- “Every second is of infinite value.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- “Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times, it’s the only time we’ve got.” — Art Buchwald
- “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” — Leo Tolstoy
- “Time is on my side.” — Mick Jagger
In fact, right now I’m wondering, “Do I really have time to write another blog post that no one will read or comment on?”
But, I have to write this because it’s the right time to write about a timely event that happened during our recent time on Washington Island. That event? A trip to the Island Exchange, aka, the Dump.
After a peaceful week on Washington Island where we recovered from 51 weeks of Island Fever and never had to worry about those South of the Tension Line Blues, we had to clean out our cottage and take the garbage and recyclables to the island landfill and recycling center. So, we cruised down Townline Road to East Side Road to Gunnlaugsson Road and visited the well-hidden facilities.
Heading back south on East Side Road, something caught my eye so I hit the brakes and said “What’s that?” Kathy gave me a funny look as I backed up a bit and then we both saw it, trees covered with clocks!
There must have been hundreds of clocks!
Some trees had one clock, some had two or more clocks, some had watches, one was very patriotic! My head was spinning so much that I almost forgot to start taking pictures!
(Click on any of the small images to enlarge, then use arrows to scroll through the rest of the images.)
Some of the clocks were the basic circular shape, some were fancier shapes like an apple in a school house, some were ensconced in cows and purses and old diving helmets, one was apparently left by Salvador Dalí, and there was a beautiful clock surrounded by cherubic figures sitting on a stump next to a frog.
There were old alarm clocks, fancy table clocks, and clocks with toy trains, pretty pelicans and rusty saw blades. There was even a clock that must have sat out so long that the glue holding the numbers in place had given way. And then we noticed that although it was probably 5 o’clock somewhere, it appeared that here it was 5 o’clock everywhere!
We spotted a wonderful Grandfather’s Clock and when we went over to look at it we noticed that the clock next to it said 6 o’clock! That confused us a bit so we all checked our watches; it was not 6 o’clock! Before we left Matthew wanted to try on one of the fancy wrist watches. He thinks it would fit nice if it had a smaller band. Then, after Matthew showed Ollie that there was even a clock for dogs, Kathy snapped a picture of me with Matthew, Lisa and Ollie before we headed back to the cottage.
When we returned home to Madison where we again started to get Island Fever and feel those South of the Tension Line Blues, I asked Mr. Google if he knew anything about all of these clocks on Washington Island. He was kind enough to say that I could find out more information at The Clock Forest.