trystinn | Saturday at the Inn - Getting the Word Out

Our local friends are excited about the ducks and pitching in. Miz Kathy let it be known we need rocks for the pond, so we've received several wheelbarrows full already. As soon as I can, they will be thanked with fresh duck eggs. I've added another couple of rock rows around the Pond and am expecting many more deliveries of rock. Flist folks may recall that our Spiral Walk was grown the same way: guests bringing rocks from home and growing the spiral organically through their visits. I'm comforted to see this cycle repeat. It's a good sign.

We've been absolutely inundated with kids today. Half wanting to see the new ducklings (word got out quick) and the other half here for the rabbits. And everyone runs around screaming with Dozer, he's quite the hit with the kids. Flash just collects the little girls to rub his ears and belly. Smart dog. Gracie would usually play with the kids, but she's busy protecting her little quaking charges.

After giving the kids literally dozens of warnings not to sit or step on my new plants, I gave up and told them they couldn't walk past the solar light boundary. Yes, I know they will ignore my rule the minute my back is turned, so I took dozens of large rocks and made little circles around the plants to protect them. The irony was not lost on me, I assure you.

Funny story: One of the boys asked me for water, so I pointed over to the garden hose. It's not like I'm running a lemonade stand over here, we don't serve drinks. Seems he's never drank out of a garden hose before, though he was quick to tell me how much better it tasted than bottled water. Fresher. Sweeter. *snort*

As I sat in the duck enclosure watching the kids play, running through the Driftwood circle and around the crabapple trees I had to grin. So many folks would disapprove of allowing neighborhood kids to play in our circle. Not proper respect, inappropriate and all that. But I truly believe both the kids and the circle benefit from the influx of frivolity to our sacred space. Especially at this time of year. When asked, I tell them it's where we dance and pray. That seems to be enough. Then they go back to romping with the dogs.

Our Gods seem to approve. That's good enough for us.