Monday, May 13, 2013

still-sound 167. Branch

I found this branch last autumn when I was walking Rosie.  I brought it home and put it in a vase. A collection of small stones propped the branch upright ... though not very effectively.  It kept toppling over and I'd have to readjust it nearly every day.  It toppled one too many times leaving me no choice but to bring it outside.  I left it on the bench where I carve wood.

When I came home from France I was delighted to find that the overhang on my balcony had been repaired while I was away.  A guttering problem meant that water dripped through the seams of the drywall, bubbling the paint and eventually causing mold to appear.  The clean white ceiling looked flawless.  But my branch was gone.

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