Black Willow
There’s an old black willow that marks the property line. It’s snapped apart a few times but is also the most prominent tree back in the mud.
A while ago, I found a front tooth in the kitchen cabinets. I hate teeth. They make me faint. But it felt wrong to just toss it. So, once I was done crying about having touched it, I wrapped it up and put it outside in a bowl on the deck. The bowl filled with rain, froze and unfroze a couple of times. I knew I had to deal with the the tooth, I just really didn’t want to. Eventually, I took it out into the swamp, beyond the property line. I buried it in the mud and asked the black willow to handle it for me.
