sweet shelters

What to do with all those tree prunings?  Not that I'm industriously pruning trees, oh, no.  One day.  My neighbor, however, retired Yosemite Ranger that he is, is forever pruning trees.  And he makes the most irresistable, perfect compost piles out front that I am forever foraging through for Spring trees, wall hangings, pretty company for my Kerr jars.  These happened to be light & flexible, & the boys brought them right inside before ransacking the fabric stash.  They tied the tops & extra branches by wrapping embroidery thread tightly around several times & knotting.  Shelter ladies, they look like to me, huddling their shawls close to the neck with cheerful, ruched backsides.  I imagine them quietly mothering my boys & thinking I'm none the wiser.  The nice thing about these long, multi-sized, flexible sticks with random outcroppings is the sculptural possibilities.  Once the kids are over them I'm going to give them a go myself & see what I can make...