\"The Birdhouse Tree\"
It was towards the end of a hot, dry Summer. I let the hosta stems stay; their quirky shapes amused me. I'd once been captivated by a huge oak tree at a bed and breakfast in the Poconos. Hidden in its branches were dozens of bird feeders and birdhouses. Attempting to duplicate that, I managed to hang what, six? Look carefully, some are hidden and hard to see...