One of my favourite ways to spend a mid-week morning at home is puttering in the yard. This morning I raked and pruned and dug, and Ilia swept the driveway with a hydrangea blossom the size of her head. We watched a sapsucker drill holes in a cedar; the waters of Indian Arm were dark green and placid. My hands worked and my mind wandered. Peace and productivity.
Creative Commons. Bobbyfiend. Anna Kern.
For the longest time, I've wanted to decorate an outdoor Christmas tree for the birds. Cranberry garlands, suet snowmen, dried orange ornaments. I think this might be the year. I'd like to do it in lieu of our indoor tree, but I think I'd be faced with four vigorous little protesters.