Something a little beastly continues to infiltrate my crosswork. Personally, I'm alright with that. The cross and the creature. The fool sees not the same tree that the wise man sees. Do we see the same beast? Does the distinction between good and great do the same thing for everyone? A swathe of narcissi beneath the freshly clipped willow arch, a little wooden birdhouse hanging from its apex. We'll be feeding the birds a few weeks yet.