I walked loooking around and quite amazed when I came across this odd little wooden
home site surrounded by wild violets and moss.It looked to have a bark roof.
I got down on both hands and knees to look closer when I seen what was far more
then my eyes could believe.
I saw the teenie, weeniest of a vintage wicker trout fishing creel and a pole made from
a twig with a hook .I had to rub my eyes twice but there again it was..... both times.
Do you believe?
[ I plant little surprises in the woods along our path for the grandkidz to find]
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