I guess I should have stuck a tapered candle in it before taking the picture. These are actually really pretty in real life.
The problem–well, not exactly a problem, but more like a decorating bonus–is that they have been sitting on my mantel since last Christmas.
You think I was in too much of a hurry to put away the decorations last year?
The sort-of-pathetic part is that it took me eleven months to notice.
See this thing?
I don’t know what it is, but many years ago I found it at the Brimfield Antiques market. At Christmas I put vintage metal ornaments in it. At Easter I toss in a dozen pastel plastic eggs. One October Banjo Man asked me why there were Easter eggs on the hearth.
Are you wondering what the rocks are?
The tall one is a vase, made by none other than Blues Man and Linda, the band’s cajun accordion virtuoso.
The kidney-shaped rock I found by a foundation of an old oceanfront house devastated by a storm. I assume it’s some kind of very old tool or the Narragansett Indians’ version of a golf club.
The round ball is something I found near Samowen campground many years ago. At the time all I could guess was that it was a Native American game ball.
Your learned opinions and thoughts are welcomed.
While you are thinking about such things, I am going to get out the fiddle and rosin up the bow. I’ve been writing character sketches and book calendars all afternoon and am ready to act like a musician now.
And yes, fiddling is more fun than writing.
Fiddling is more fun than decorating, too.
Fill in the blank: Fiddling is more fun than__________________.