
Still wearing my bow tie.
I can’t help it I like my bow tie.


Buried in the roots of the tree was all this glass.
I found a few very dirty pieces that I dug out and saved.

I saved it and brought it home.
You just never know when a rusty coil of wire will be useful.

It was hollowed out and rotted.

I wasn’t in any hurry so I scampered around the tree.

Time to go home.
