Observations | Pick Up Sticks
Spring | Waning Crescent
Every spring and fall I head to the edges of our property. It's there I pick up sticks, slowly, methodically, one by one. Most are small, some are big, and some left behind for the enjoyment of the moss and insects. I've been at it for years now building an impressive brush pile as I go to one side of the house. With each passing winter the pile compresses some, but with spring upon us it will begin to grow again. It's a process that I know will have no end. There will always be sticks to pick up - one by one.