Saturday, December 31, 2011

Willow




      The last day of 2011 turned out blissful in parts.  Temperature soaring into the fifties (Fahrenheit).   Sunshine and those sorts of things that should make a person smile.  But Willow saplings have apparently been savaged, and it's possible those creatures with the smaller hoof and the big soft ears are venting a little deliberate spleen.

      But I imagine them wandering through the dusk, looking for that certain flavor, because I know the feeling.  It's ice cream. or chocolate.  Sometimes I'd kill for an orange, a cigarette or a large pork chop. And the Artist was right as usual, I should have built a stockade before even considering planting Willow out there.



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