I looked out the bathroom window today. There are actually spots in the back yard that are not snow covered. With the snow gone, however, I see that I have a job waiting for me. There are many downed branches from the big oak strewn around. I can just imagine what is still hidden under the snow.
Of course these will need to be picked up and dealt with before I can do the first grass cutting. What can I do with these fallen limbs? If I were crafty I could turn them into unique lawn décor. Can’t you just see garden gnomes made of twigs? What about animal shapes?
I just bet that anyone passing by the house and seeing my creations would stop and ask me where I got them. Of course I would say that I made them. They would beg me to make some for them. They would offer to pay any price.
I could get a whole bunch ready for our annual Craft Faire in September. I know I would be sold out in the first hour. People would be desperate for one on my sculptures. They would be fighting over them. I would be inundated with orders.
I would be rich. I would move from here and buy a McMansion. People would still seek me out wanting more and more of my handiwork. I can’t take the pressure. What will I do?
I know, I’ll just collect what has fallen, cut them up into small pieces, and bag them. The world will be deprived of my beautiful creations, but I will stay sane. Oh, well, time for my medication.