Well, it finally happened: talk about losing face.
Our face fell off the maple tree in our yard the other day: one more task we'll have to get to on a weekend here soon. The sage old man who's overseen our gardening efforts (and I suppose, our birds,) for about ten years now, is showing signs of age. You can hang these eyes, nose and mouth on a tree, and they'll stay there for years, ever diligent in guarding us. Eventually, though, trees do grow and expand, pushing the features out to the surface, and one by one, they have come off. Time to start anew. In the meantime, I'll miss him!
"Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty--they merely move it from their faces into their hearts." (-Martin Buxbaum)