Lifting clouds is heavy work

Posted on April 7, 2010

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I am not complaining about the rain, mind you. We really needed it. We need some more. But I am tired of looking at it. Instead, I went back a few days and looked at the pictures from a nice sunny walk we had right around our little circle. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I make this walk many times in a week, so you’d think there wouldn’t be that much new to see, but it turns out there’s always something new outdoors. Shelf fungus on this stump, for example.

Then there is this tree, spun like a corkscrew. How on earth do you suppose that happened?

Finally, someone has turned a mundane boundary marker into a crafty little Up North stone house. I like it. I may have to do something like that at the Writing Studio and Bait Shop.  It would be a quasi-practical use for the stones I’ve collected over years of beachwalks.  I could even make cunning little windows out of beach glass, and put a little deck around it and . . .

You see how it goes.  All I really need to get me going is one absorbing little notion.  Armed with that, I can shove the clouds out of the way and remember that somewhere up there the sky is blue.

Or, to use another favorite old saw, I can shovel out the barn, convinced that there must be a pony in here somewhere.  I took a straw poll, and Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and Miss Puss were unanimous in their disapproval of the addition of a pony.  They looked about the Writing Studio and Bait Shop and allowed as how it seems to be too difficult as it is to keep things under control around here.  They are probably right.  Off to the day job.  But feeling much better.

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