Pamela and I have been busy lately. Friday was a reunion with childhood friends, Saturday was a wedding, and Sunday Pam worked most of the day, and then it was to her mom's house for dinner. Pam's Sasquatch friend must have missed her walking the trails by the cabin. At 12:30 AM, there was an unmistakable knock on the cabin. Sas was back and looking for Pam.
This morning, Tuesday, September 15th, 2015, Pam arose for work. But first, she checked the stump. Yep. There it was. The dead leaf was removed from the stump shard, and a fresh leaf replaced it. On the leaf was a moth, freshly deceased. It sort of resembled the dragon fly earring that Pam left on the stump long ago, and the leaf seems to symbolize Pamela, perhaps because of her ponytail.
The moth was quite dead. I poked it. Imagine the gentleness and dexterity it took for a large Sasquatch to do this. And the gentleness and sensitivity of spirit, and kindness and fondness it has for Pam.