In the spring, we hung mirrors along the path. Driving along—especially at night—the little hanging spinning squares would capture light and reflect the way.
I received great feedback on the mirrors. They were beautiful, clever, helpful in finding the way. I was so proud.
But today they’re gone.
There are so many people wandering in the woods by the house these days that it was only a matter of time. Someone stole the mirrors, and I was crushed.
On the up-side I fixed the solar-powered washing machine, which required tools (that first had to be found then cleaned... too much bee honey on them to use!), disassembly, fiddling, and reassembly. I’m not really a fix-it-myself kind of gal, so I’m (once again) feeling pretty proud.
Things come and go, my friends.
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