She Points the Way...

One bedraggled glove,
Our faceless sentinel in
the Foothills...our guide

~carliewired

"She" directs me home from every shopping trip. Without her, I would not find my corner for my last left turn as all corners look the same to me.

Homeowners must have been reluctant to remove the last vestige of a tree outside their fence. Instead, the remains have been decorated to resemble someone giving directions. "She" is regularly redressed for the seasonal changes.

I did notice the house is for sale now. Perhaps "She" will disappear when new owners take over. Then, how will I find my way home?