I woke up this morning thinking about popsicle trees, and realized that a bright blue sunny sky on the first of November was the perfect time to go harvesting popsicles.  Turtle thought I was a little wacked, as usual, but since she just wanted to compose industrial grunge music on alphabetical keyboards, I knew I had a better plan.

So I did a quick google image search to present my image of a popsicle tree (you can find everything on google, right?), and I was surprised to find ... a book.  That's right, bookseller finds a book.  Dorien Grey's book is a mystery about awakening parental instincts when a gay couple suddenly finds themselves reponsible for the care of small children. 

The cemetery pic on the cover shows popsicle-shaped tree, but no fruit.  Not exactly what I had in mind.  Damn, have to go find my own, again.  Halloween candy will run out eventually, after all.