Filed under Flowers
No, it was just that while I was ranting last night I came into the entrance of my house last night for a moment and saw the gilded acorn that Duncan had hung from the branches of that berried plant and that moment restored me to temporary sanity. I had to take a picture of it.
I have always loved acorns, possibly because when I was a child I saw a fairy tale on TV about a boy who finds a magical silver acorn in a forest. The idea totally captivated me (as I love the shape of them so much) that my parents once got my uncle, a jeweller, to make me an actual silver acorn).
I take solace in such things.
I did not realize this was a photo from chez toi. How glorious to come home each day to something so precious and comforting. That is truly so lovely.
I find acorns in our yard sometimes while walking and always am so enchanted by the shape of them. Almost like a small face with a chapeau on top.
How lovely to have such a nice, yet simple, thing that can bring you to a comforted place. We all need an acorn, or some other enchantment, in this world we now inhabit. Too much happening all at once.
Gaze and gaze and gaze into that dark burgundy red and feel that fragile glittering lifeball suspended by a thread.
Call me a fragile fool, but such things really do heal me.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 534 other followers