Since yesterday's thaw, I've been marveling at the migratory patterns of garbage under snow. Seriously, where does it all come from? The grocery bags and candy wrappers I sort of get. But empty laundry detergent containers? Unopened containers of deli meat? Wouldn't we notice this rubbish and clean it up before the snowfall? A dollar to the most compelling theory.
This morning, though, as I walked Inez, I came across this guy -- frozen solid and flat in a pile of newly revealed leaves -- as if to say, It's not all bad. His next adventure will be in our washing machine, after which he'll be bequeathed to one of our tiny-handed friends. I'm thinking probably Celia, our next-door-neighbor, who's been inspired by the warm weather to construct a minature playhouse under our porch.
1 comment:
too cute.
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