In September the hydrangea that blooms outside my front door starts to change. Over the summer it sprouts green, lightens to white, and then the edge of each petal gently tinges pink. Where does that color come from? Was it inside all along?
They reminded me to show you the artwork in a book I found with Finn the other day. Snow White illustrated by Nancy Ekholm Burkert. (Think James and the Giant Peach, and if you don’t know what I’m talking about do yourself a favor and image search her name.) I love how her art is mostly gray with just a few hints of pastel. In the Snow White picture I love all the hidden animals, and the ones that POP because they have color.
I had the cutest little bird come to my feeder the other day. I didn’t know what it was at first so I was calling it a Badger bird. But it was a nuthatch. A teeny tiny woodpecker with a red breast and a white and black striped head. I LOVE it!
Today I had a blue jay, a hummingbird, and a chickadee all at once. Loverly!
Finn and I went to the book store for a special date because he needed something to take his mind off of school. The school office called to tell me he was getting a stomach ache in class. My sweet boy! He must be just like me; never saying anything is wrong, but feeling it all the same. I took him out for Huckleberry soda, and then downtown Edmonds for watermelon sorbet, a new volcano book, and then to the gem store to buy geodes to crack. We cracked them with Maryann and my dad that evening.
That’s another hidden treasure inside a bland exterior. I have always been mesmerized and intrigued by geodes. I think they are the perfect symbols for hidden bravery and light within.
I also bought myself a crystal chard. One of the artist way tasks this week was to get myself a little treasure to symbolize protecting my child artist within and it seemed perfect. (My child artist loves fantasy movies a la the dark crystal ;)
The sun shining through my spindly mint bush was so pretty this morning I picked all of the floral tops off and made a bouquet. Now my house smells fresh and bright. To smell floral mint in its natural state is making me feel less nervous about something else that I associate with mint: I made my first dentist appointment in 8 or so years.
I saw this quote today:
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” G.K. Chesterton.