Tuesday, September 24, 2013


This morning, after saying 'be good at school!' and seeing the kidlet hop onto the bus, I wandered slowly around our lawn, looking for my morning 'bit-o-magic' snap-shot. On my short stroll I saw...

Beautiful droplets, like glass beads, on blades of grass

One last chance to tell the time or blow a wish!

A raggedy mushroom, nestled in a wet bed of clover.

I considered showing off the dog's fantastical obedience skills.

But something caught my eye. A clump. A furry clump! Oh no!

Upon inspection I had a giggle...

What ever got to this must have been mightily disappointed. No meal was to be had here. These were the innards from the kiddos homemade archery target! Just a clump of stinky wool and nothing more. The would-be assassin was diligent because a second clump was found in the opposite direction.

Then again, I'm not entirely convinced it was a wild beast who disemboweled the target. It could very well have been goblins. They are rather messy and are known to leave things laying about (I think my husband has a measure of goblin blood in him!) AND Padfoot has been growling at things I cannot see (I have a blind spot when it comes to those particular creatures) AND it is that time of year when wee folk gather and scrounge for winter clothes.

Yes, yes... it most certainly must have been goblins.