I go about bunching fallen redwood branches and shoulder them home. The wet sprigs are spry and full. Some have cones. I lift my new set of shiny red bells hearing them jingle. I have my wire hoops from last Christmas before me. I unfurl rolled red and gold ribbons. I bind my stems to a hoop with floral wire and reach for more. Squirrels stop and face off, but when I turn back to my craft, so do they. They bury black walnuts and more black walnuts. I go around the evergreen wheel and round it filling empty space.
"Classic"
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