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This past week gave us plenty of cold days for frozen bubbles. I blew one beautiful big one that floated up past my neighbor's pussy willow tree and eventually snagged in the upper branches of my apple tree:
(The black blob in the sky is a crow)
Tangled up
One day I decided to walk a birthday card to the post office--to get there I chose a path along trails and through the woods. There were many animal tracks. This photo is from a different day, but it gives the sense of the busy traffic:
Eventually I emerged from the woods, patted my pocket, and--oh no! No birthday card! It had come out at some point! So I turned around and retraced my steps and retrieved it from beneath a pine tree. I mentioned this on Twitter, and the Healing Angel responded:
Meanwhile, a very lonely pine tree droops when it realises that this courier was not for it, and that it will have to wait still longer for the letter it anticipates
OMG blood of my blood, soul of my soul.
(The black blob in the sky is a crow)
Tangled up
One day I decided to walk a birthday card to the post office--to get there I chose a path along trails and through the woods. There were many animal tracks. This photo is from a different day, but it gives the sense of the busy traffic:
Eventually I emerged from the woods, patted my pocket, and--oh no! No birthday card! It had come out at some point! So I turned around and retraced my steps and retrieved it from beneath a pine tree. I mentioned this on Twitter, and the Healing Angel responded:
Meanwhile, a very lonely pine tree droops when it realises that this courier was not for it, and that it will have to wait still longer for the letter it anticipates
OMG blood of my blood, soul of my soul.
