
The magic tree. Many times I wish I could just dissappear into the world in that hole in the tree. What? That's not really a hole in the tree? Its a mirror? Well. Damn.

This I try to do as much as possible.

Especially now that I am plagued by anxiety attacks. Laugh. Breathe. Repeat.
It
was somebody's lovely chandelier..but apparantly somebody gave it to the thrift shop...which is how it ended up in my hands....to become...perhaps a terrarium? The "guts" part may become a candle holder if I can figure out how to get rid of the light bulb holder-thingies.

The glass is quite nice. Beveled even. Looks like it needs a little E.T. standing by it..
Nope, not bronze. These are the real thing. DOEreen is in the front, the surviving twin, Pete, behind her, and possibly the twin's daddy bringing up the rear. This is not the buck who hung out here all summer. Tripod was here a few days ago but this fellow bounced across the road Monday morning and took up where Tripod left off. Why oh why don't they decide to eat all that Chasmanthe?