I am always a fan of public art. Especially the kind that seems brightly, unexpected and makes me smile when I stumble on it. The boys and I just bumped into a tree that had been "yarn-bombed" and was sporting a perky, striped turtle-neck. Yarn-bombing is a recent phenomenon and its fun to see it appear in my urban backyard...think bright graffiti with knitting needles. Somehow it feels like stealth caring for random objects, dressing them up in colorful, personal, warm little costumes. I think this lucky little tree was grinning, happy to have been made into happy public art by some sneaky fiber artist. Don't you think?