Things have been pretty quiet in the studio, but I did hear the twin aspens on the right call over to Ms. Aspen to thank her for expediting the arrival of their “clothes.” She acknowledged them with little more than a sniff. I thought she could have been more pleasant.
In the distance below, some houses appeared on the coastline of Norris Point. Don’t some folks have an idyllic place to live?
I was working on the lichen-crusted trunk of the largest tree, when it spoke up. I nearly dropped my brush!
“If you don’t mind me saying so, we need a perch around here.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
“We need a perch around here, I say. Why don’t you flatten the top of that big rock so folks can sit a spell and enjoy the view? It would do them a world of good.”
“That’s a capital idea! I’ll get right on that next week.”
“And another thing, where is all the ‘tracery’ you talked about earlier? Anybody knows that a significant tree like me casts shadows.”
“Hold on, buddy. I can’t do everything at once.”
“And what’s all this talk I heard you and Mr. McDonald doing today? You were saying something about putting me on e-Bay? Now, don’t get any ideas in your head of yanking me out like you did Ms. Aspen. I like it here by this bay . . . the Norris Point bay.”
“Not to worry, Ms. Guardian of the Path. You’re in just the right spot! But thanks for your idea of the perch.”