|... 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.