One morning I was awakened to a strange sound in the street beneath my window. There were horses braying below.

Like a child looking for Saint Nicholas, I jumped out of the bed, flew open the sash, and grabbed my camera.

Later I learned the horses were pulling a water wagon to feed the town’s plants.

Clever!

It would be a real feat to maneuver a truck around these street barriers.

Plus, what a delightful way to start a day.