20 steps from my door, bring me face to face with Halo 3, missed monday to post so here it is before the next monday rolls up.
I am happy I captured her before her demise, I have a small collection of faeries inside my home, and most have been captured in either a cage, cabinet or with a wee tiny string to keep them close by, This is not a strange thing to do, we have to do it with our dogs and cats, for their safety and the safety of others. Well, as the story unfolds, somehow over the years this bright, cleaver seemingly stationary imp managed to move to the realm of outdoors, but she was still contained to the sundeck. We find her basking in the warmth of a sunny spring day here, not that we have had as many as I would like, but May and June will be better for it.
Notice the Blue Spruce branch behind her, that came off a tree in the yard before Christmas and was adopted into the house as our Charlie Brown Christmas tree, piled with presents under a Corona tin bucket and enjoyed the crazy bustle of our family's libations. It is still full of color and life although it is jammed into a flower pot on the deck, maybe it has taken root?
So little Esmeralda has enjoyed various locations around the deck with views of the pond, forest or stood tall and welcoming at the top of the stairs literally doing her job for everyone until this spring. The sundeck was looking a little green, living in the middle of the forest, with branches and cones having been flung down throughout the all of winter's shenanagans, wind, rain, snow, rain and tree poo! The heavy and strange and loud pressure washer was lifted, carried and dragged with all its water hoses, wands, motor and cords like a large scary one armed monster up to the deck when one of its claws caught onto poor Esz's leg and spun her around like a child's wooden top, she teetered and crashed her last dance to the floor. Turned instantly into an inanament object, her free spirit sprang upwards into the tree tops to meet Douglas Fir. and they lived happily ever after.
