Small Small Small

A very tiny manifesto.

Hubs was in a whimsical mood last weekend, so we diverted from our usual lakeside walking path. He’d heard that a beaver dammed a river nearby, and we strolled along its banks for a while, searching for whatever a dam looks like. We spotted a cluster of dense reeds, not unlike a thatched roof, but couldn’t get close enough to determine if anyone was hom…