Semi-Daily Scribbles

I lead a quiet life, although my responsibilities are important to the happiness of this earth. I watch over seedlings, and frighten deer away from Mr. Reginald's joy. I have no shortage of time, so the long hours suit me. Seasons change and I remain mostly the same. Mr. Reginald will come with the long-handled bristle brush to bring out the shine in my hair. I prefer nature's patina that looks so pretty with the jonquils at my feet. Mr. Reginald ignores my objections. Alas, we all make concessions. I am not ungrateful to Mr. Reginald for these many years of service, but the sun will soon set on my situation. When it does, I will walk away a sage. I shall wear my hair as I please.