Tuesday April 23rd 2013
Crayons are not something one expects to find while
digging holes. A person can expect to find bits of pottery, glass,
flattened beer cans, tractor parts, door hinges and the odd Potato rock.
He can expect nuts, bolts, useful looking springs and bits of wire.
A pair of pliers that he thought someone had stolen from him,
nails, but not crayons.
There have not been crayon
people round here for a great many years, and this particular crayon looked
in remarkably good shape. It's a yellow. Might even come in
handy, and I would have kept it had the white feather not reappeared in the
barn. It was there in it's usual spot, and I am absolutely beginning
to believe that there's an Elf with nothing better to do in springtime than
mess with my mind.