I snapped this photo in my Cousin Nancy’s backyard. We couldn’t have arranged a nicer outing. Her husband Ian played folk music on his guitar.
Tallie, her little Papillon, and our favorite little fur person, played fetch with the kids.
Then we all roasted marshmallows for s’mores in their fire pit.
Creating a lovely backdrop for us was this fascinating arrangement for firewood that I found so pleasing to the eye.
I did pause to wonder how the tree might have felt about the arrangement. Did it feel supported and held up by the spirits of its ancestors, or was it made nervous at the thought of suffering a similar fate? Am I the only one who thinks about these things?
All words and images c2014NaomiBaltuck