The shattering climate
I have determined, according to several hundred wickedly sharp pieces of archaeological evidence, that there were once two gazing globes in my backyard: one silver, one blue.
I spent an hour crouched in the sunshine, picking shrapnel out of the flowerbed (and irritating my runner’s knee in the process), and had ample time to contemplate two questions.
1. Why would a person NOT pick up shattered glass in their yard, not even the big pieces?
2. Why the heck would someone in hail country, where all the auto dealerships have their vehicles under cover, think a fragile, glass yard ornament was a good idea? Maybe it was a gift from a well-meaning relative?
Copyright 2010 by Katie Bradshaw