STONE AND CANVAS©️
Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
I mentioned Cactus the burro, but I may haVe forgotten to tell you who he really was.
When G.B. rented a house a few blocks away from our house, he bargained with the tenant. “Y’all can keep Cactus in y’all’s yard in trade for his manure. I will use it at my rent houses.”
Some times the tenant tethered him to graze on a weedy triangle where Old Route 6 split to east/west traffic through town.
Sometimes, on occasion when weeds were high, Lorraine would take me, set up my chair, easle and paints, then leae me there to paint and pet sweet Cactus.
Have you ever heard a braying burro?
Have you ever been close beside a braying burro?
Locals were accustomed to Cactus, but when I was lost in thought, close against or painting him, he would suddenly comment about nothing in particular so loudly and prolonged that it peeled my skin and shattered my brain and my scream outdid his bray.
When startled, I have always been a screamer, so our duet terrified east and west bound traffic and his manure made the sweetest corn, spondiferous vegtables and . . . strawberries!