We moved into this ancient house a few years ago, one of the first things I did was to find a the perfect spot, or what I thought would be the perfect spot to plant tomatoes. "Cause" as everyone knows growing tomatoes takes careful planning, sorta.
I walked around the perimeter of our yard looking for just the right place to start digging and noting how much sun each spot got at various times of the day, also noting where there were various forageables, mostly berries and apples. and some really nice rose-hips, which can be made into wine or jelly or tea. Finally settled on a spot between the old outhouse and the creek.
Then gathered up my laundry that hung from a makeshift clothes line, returned to the house to fold and put the fresh garments away. I paused by a window to admire the spot I had chosen, and froze, wide eyed , a mix of fear and curiosity....no it just couldn't be.
It couldn't be, was that?, no it couldn't! be and I ran to grab my camera.
I sat by the opened window for awhile, waiting to see if it was going to move, perhaps catch some of the crayfish that are in the creek. The phone rang, and when I got back it wasn't there, only an old stump it must have been sitting on. When I saw it again and realized I was looking at the play of light and shadow on said moss covered tree stump. It no longer seem worthy of even a single picture. It was just a stump.
Last Monday there was a tremendous rain and wind storm, I could hear the water rushing down the creek. After the storm subsided, I noticed that my Stumpsquatch was gone, Will miss my imaginary primate, Now he/she is in the creek, shelter for the crayfish and minnows, and I wish I had taken a picture.
