January 18, 2023
It’s Wednesday, and I’m wondering if Old Man Cooter might have installed some of those musical tiles in our woods.
But where? Did he conceal them under a pile of leaves? Beneath a mound of moss? Or did he rig up something more elaborate, like a secret playroom that can only be accessed by pulling down on a branch of a nearby tree? I suspect the animals are in on it, so I’ll be following tracks in the snow and listening for muffled chimes beneath my feet.
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish