Two little ducks with feathers in their caps….

  The girls collected a series of feathers from the beach yesterday and had me dig them a hole so clearly, I didn’t get a chance to do any writing.

The hole was dug for one obvious reason, to plant the feathers and grow a feather tree.

I did not have the heart to tell them that feather trees simply won’t grow, planted in a pile of sand on the beach. They only thrive in moist, clay conditions.

“We could have peacock feather branches!”

“With rainbows!” (when Ellie is excited she often shouts something about rainbows.)

Why they thought a hundred, dirty seagull feathers could produce a tree with plumes from a peacock is adorable (and crazy).

I was thinking down. We could over-produce, keep the “giving tree” ripe with goose feathers and sell, sell, SELL!!!

Peacock feathers? Where’s their entrepreneurial spirit?

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