Last week we cut as much balsam as the truck would hold, and headed south to begin the decorating season in ernest. Here, I moved my dye equipment and inventory into storage. Everything and every bit of space will be filled with poinsettias and other holiday stuff by tomorrow morning. It is a major shifting of gears. Not only does the job change, but so does my landscape. Maples to Oaks. Literally. I love each. One not more than the other. The smells are different, so are the colors.
Before we left on Friday, Willy and I spent some time in the woods. He hunted squirrels while I gathered moss to bring back for a terrarium. It has been years since I last made one. It'll be the first one of moss. I'd hoped to keep it open, there is a wonderful woodsy smell to it. Willy may change my mind. The smell draws him, too. Twice, I've found him investigating, pawing at the moss.
I'd like to find another container and build a second one. They're beautiful and fun to build. The bugs will be the deterring factor. Let's wait and see what hatches.