Somebody has been walking barefoot on our dirt driveway. Since snow is still clumped around the edges, it wasn't me.
A bear roams in the woods around our neighborhood. He was at the neighbors, half-a-mile away, day before yesterday, wrecking their composter.
"Why doesn't the bear eat your compost?" my neighbor asked.
"Well, it's full of leaves and garden detritus," i said. "And the kitchen scraps are all mixed in with that."
If we don't inadvertently feed the bear--our neighborhood bear or the bear-of-a-problem in our mind--it won't wreak havoc with our (empty) bird feeders, our leafy compost piles, or our calmed mind.