When a person lives with someone for a long time, little idiosyncrasies inevitably surface ~ although, collecting walnuts in quart jars outdoors during the winter months did seem to push the limit a little.
There they were, neatly lined-up on a wooden bench, six glass jars each systematically being filled with nuts. Watching this domestic process, I wondered if the walnut tree could randomly fill jars. It didn't make any sense. Ice and snow came and went ~ drifting over the bench. The strange outdoor pantry was soon forgotten.
With the reappearance of the canned nuts in the spring,it became apparent that the humans were not losing their minds (the discussion had to take place at some point). One by one, the precious morsels vanished.
This winter I cannot help but wonder if our furry little friends are okay or if we could have perhaps made their lives a little easier by not recycling their mason jars.
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