the sun did come out, and the heat returned. the wind died. the shore was delightful. we were walking. i caught him reflecting.
and i was thinking.
these oak trees we live with. mom calls them dirty trees. they are always dropping something. they stain everything. the deck, the furniture, the concrete, the rocks...
that is no longer a bad thing.
the ash bucket (isn't she gorgeous?) for the winter fire will now be the summer dye pot. i have oak leaf liquor from the fall to mix with what ever else falls down during the caterpillar surge. maybe i will just consider them little fuzzy gatherers. as they eat, pieces of leaves fall down. bite size pieces. I once read, about gathering...when collecting plant material there is one rule of thumb - always leave more than you take. i hope they consider that. but then there are many young evergreens here that are always crowded out by the oaks. what if it's their turn. pine cones. I should see what they can offer.
