by cheri block
Every now and then, nature turns into a textile.
This evening, with the wind rolling down the mountain and the potted plants clinging to their spots on the deck, three giant American birds flew in and ensconced themselves artistically in a barren English walnut tree.
I heard the flapping and stopped to look, despite the heavy load of logs in my arms.
Instead of three turkeys in a tree, they became three turkeys on fabric.