a possibly daily look at my adventures with pie, now extending into my 58th year
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Nothing Says "Welcome" like a Heron
My dad made the totem pole. The heron, whose name is Pecan (pronounced with a long e sound), came back with us from our year in the Netherlands, making him old enough to drink legally. It was on the to-do list for some time, but we finally got them mounted to greet those arriving at our home. Next up, some combat garden gnomes in case those arriving harbor ill intentions.