I love driftwood and the gnarled roots of trees, aged and weathered into God’s own art. This piece, which I think resembles an octopus, was found on the banks of the Chesapeake this spring. I haven’t found the perfect spot for it, but when I do, ever after, that garden will be known as the “Octopus’s Garden.” I have to credit the Beatles’ song of the same name for the inspiration.
