The bird box, rescued from a fallen tree that was cut up this week.
Hung it here because there was a nail. Digitally doodled a circle of green around the hole, just to see before I paint it on.
A circle of Green came to mind. A circle of green.
Washed. Dried in the sun. Stacked, topped with an apple. Because. Wine in a green bottle.
Then, ok. I had snatched this back from the shop the other day. Because I kept liking it so much. Especially for the circle that imperfection revealed. Maybe only I like those kinds of things.
I acted on a thought. Not what I envisioned. But OK.
I think there is enough green for what I had envisioned as well. Maybe for the other side. I am going to stitch this down. I will talk about it after looking for a while.
