ornaments.

neighbors,
my indoor branches are getting more and more expert.
that's real.
huh?
oh.
well, years ago,
we started putting the makings of a tree inside the house.
a big sliced-off maple trunk,
and big branches everywhere an' that.
that was way back in the olden early days,
when the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress was first becoming a thing.
now, as time has elapsed and overlapped and passed on,
i've started hanging things on 'em.
why?
because interesting things happen on sticks.
right?
yeah.
anyway,
there are two new additions on the latest branch i've added.
check the teleport:

yes.
triceratops!
or is it tree-ceratops?
oh, c'mon.
it's my favorite kind of dinosaur,
mostly because it is the best one.
and a marsh wren,
mostly because beautiful brown birds are always rad.
the blanks are getting filled-in,
and more spaces are added for extra bits and pieces.
this woodsly castle i'm dwelling in gets more activated
with each and every large and small new addition,
and every secret nook that gets a treat nestled into it
improves the overall feeling of belonging that this place exudes.
little things aren't just things.
they are cogs and cams and pistons and pumps
in a great big giant machine that powers and produces
this reclusive elusive tiny elite mountain life.
it takes a whole lot of juice to make Folk Life tick and tock, kids.
and that's no joke.
i am grateful for all the parts that operate all of it,
even when they clutter and clog up all the places and spaces.
it's not easy,
and it's not for everybody,
but it's mine all mine all mine,
and that's saying something;
never quiet, never soft.....