But later, walking toward the coop, I saw it. I not only saw it, I saw, in a flash, my life on Culebra go by me, which for the most part, has been a gift. Really.
I have only a vague couple of guesses about who came over and decorated the chicken coop with a palm frond, blooming hand painted flowers made from liter bottle tops, but I thank you (and if it was you who also left the chicken wire? thanks more!).
I thank you for not only your gift, which is so awesome, but for the tidal flow of fine point occasional memories - coming home to find something tucked up on the shelf on my porch, hanging from the door
I usually either know or suspect who has left something and almost always find out, though there has been a mystery or two over the years. I imagine this won't remain a mystery, but until it is solved, it's fun to guess.
And that, in one of my favoritely awkward later in the life vernacular cliches, is just how Culebra rolls.
Have a treetop Tuesday! Do something to the max.