Saturday, June 26, 2010
Support Group, again
It reminds me of the metal garden sculpture I lost last night: it was made of cut outs of leaves and was spherical. I accidently kicked it, just the tiniest bit, and off it went, down the incline, weaving its way between the Japanese forest grass, and down between more plants - any one of which could have stopped this thing - across the flagstaff path, between two large shrubs and then it was really off and running down the embankment, between cedar and fir trees, over the vinca minor, and through the horsetails and ferns and now it is lost. I went as far down the hill as I could with a bad knee and in Berkinstock sandals which only go ahead, not back or sideways. The further I got down the hill and the closer to the creek the more tangled the undergrowth became, so I had no choice but to climb back up. This is not easy when one keeps sliding out of ones shoes. Now I'm looking for someone with a metal detector, or will wait until fall, when the lost sphere, in its rusted glory, will probably become very obvious. Sigh.