I wish I had a photo of it. Do I? Somewhere? I had found a very long piece of driftwood. I brought it inside to the kitchen table and had a ball painting it. I colorfully and glitteredly wrote, “God please bless the garden” (I didn’t leave enough room for the last word, so “gar” is hovering over “den.”) Because nothing I was doing was working out over the years, I figured I needed a permanent prayer overlooking my seeds.
It wasn’t noticeable from the road; it was deep into our little patch of forest. Funnily, I noticed it was gone several weeks ago. Hmm. Did someone wander in drunk in the night and stumble into it, then throw it into the bushes, burning with a stubbed toe? Did the angry person I encountered four months ago decide to interfere with my botanical prayers? Or perhaps did someone who was desperately seeking divine help in the flora department just plain need it more than I did?
I guess I’ll never know. Unless you see it hanging in your neighbor’s garden. If they need it more than I do, let them keep it. I totally understand their pain. Otherwise, may it quietly make its way back to my spot.
