The Michigander suggested we thrown away things not used since we moved to Springdale. We are turning the garage into the Great Room - at last. The grey slipper finally had to go. I have been waiting for its mate to show up for three years. Every so often, on a cold day, slippers are great. "Why buy another pair?" I reasoned. The grey slipper moved from the garage to one room, then the next, then back to the garage. With reluctance and the deliberate speed of an Anglican bishop, I finally threw it away.
Sassy wants her walk soon after 7 am each day. We have a great time, meet various friends, and explore the area. Wind storms knock dead wood off trees and I bring it home, trying to look casual as I carry it home.
No one has stopped me, but they should. I am taking home toad abodes. They are irregular lumps of wood already in the initial stage of rotting. When wood touches soil, fungi begin to break the structures down and channel the nutrition to plant roots. Rotting wood also attracts the soil creatures of decay, like slugs and earthworms, and toads enjoy the meals coming to them. Besides, toads enjoy warm, moist places and shade from the drying sun, the very places sought by various pests.
"Hello darkness my old friend,
I'm come to rest in you again
Because the sunlight is a-burning
Leaving me with coolness yearning...
WHAT ARE THOSE EYES? TOAD!"