Sunday, November 10, 2013

My Favorite Scarf

... my bear scarf ...

A few weeks ago I began to tidy up the lower deck and found a scarf on the ground, one that I had on the drying rack before the bear walked by.

The bear must have taken a fancy to it for a minute, because now it is full of holes.

 I am not going to throw away a perfectly good scarf just because a bear has used it for a minute. I washed it up, ironed it and now it is my outside work scarf. I wrap it around my neck to keep off the morning chill, feeling perfectly comfortable taking it off later in the day, hanging it from a tree or laying it on the cement blocks of the pig roast. This is my favourite scarf – going everywhere with me that I take a rake or a shovel or a wheel barrow. I do not worry about damaging it.

Arta

3 comments:

  1. When the time comes, do you want to be
    wearing it when you are bearied?

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  2. Thank you for the clever pun. As for being bearied, I try to get confirmation that all of the bears have hybernated so that I can go on the lovely walk to Sicamous with Pouria. When I ask Glen if they are all asleep he says, all of them are, except the one you might meet on the path.

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  3. Throw the scarf out. You have hundreds of others.

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