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Reconciling Melancholy

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Every day isn’t always rainbows and unicorns. Sometimes transplanted trees don’t survive and balanced rocks fall. In and of themselves, individual issues are not really that big of a deal. What I noticed over the weekend was that the little things have a mysterious power to lurk below the surface and weigh down the ambiance of an otherwise wonderful series of days.

Fortunately, I have access to an incredible antidote in the form of some fine animals in a very special setting. Photos by Cyndie.

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After a short span of time, the rocks that I used the tractor to lift into place on the tall tree stump, have already fallen. Since it happened so quickly this time, I have decided not to try again. I was thinking I could cut the stump to a lower height, where I would be able to reach without needing the tractor, and then select some rocks that aren’t too heavy for me to lift. But then I remembered that we have another bird house that was given to us, and that could be a great spot for it.

It was probably a bird that landed on, and tipped, the balanced rocks anyway. What do you figure?

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Written by johnwhays

May 9, 2016 at 6:00 am

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