Sunday morning, after the snow melted and before the rain started, I saw a mink run down the hill (fast) and disappear into the creek.
Which got me to thinking about critters that live in our woods and water. Black bears, which everyone but me has seen, foxes, wild turkeys, deer, beavers, porcupines... And the smaller creatures who burrow in nature's nooks and crannies, such as the hole in that tree root.
Small caves and cracks in the slabs of bluestone make a good den.
There is even life in the crevices of the stone wall. Spiders, insects, snakes...
I keep an ample supply of used field guides and natural history books in the store.
Business was slow again this weekend, but I saw some of my favorite people and had good conversations with a few who are feeling optimistic about the recovery of our little village.
I put together book bundles--vintage paperbacks organized by theme and wrapped in twine.
Arranging books, as well as reading them, is soothing and even mood-elevating.
More and more of them are making their way into the store, and people seem to like that.