Journal entry

Today, the sun wriggled her way up from the bottom of the sky, and winked. I watched from my writing room whilst the house still slept and the doves cooed. Today,  I thought, I will go out and find a home for the Crepe-Myrtle-seedling George gave me a few months back.

And thus is how my day began ……  I dug the hole for Myrtle.

Of course,

since I was in the yard,

I tooled around: tweaking 'the path that goes nowhere',

raking this,

digging that,

and then I saw it.

My gnome’s boot.

How did that …. ?

Oh wait,

it must have been the ‘weed-whack’ fairy who accidentally clipped off his heel.

No use in fretting.

I just made the best of it.

I put him on a log (for safety's-sake),

and planted a couple of chicks …..