A gift

A couple of weeks ago, during my hiatus, I was digging rocks in my garden when I found this small bole that had fallen from one of the pine trees in my yard. It was long enough ago that the interior had rotted and it was just an empty structure. With the zen motto in my head, the usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness, I took the empty cup and filled it with soil and a small plant.

I love the occasional gifts that show up in my garden. I don't always know what they are for when they first arrive, but usually something occurs to me before too very long