i have a theory. (ha, i could almost hear the groans of my family as i typed that. i have lots of theories). anyway, i have this theory that i could leave a collection of just about anything on the kitchen counter, with some nice white paper under it, and someone in the family would eventually walk by and assemble a pattern for me. today’s proof–joseph’s symmetrical spoked wheel of maple seeds assembled over a half hour of boredom in the kitchen during a day off of school.
assembled pattern of ornamental maple seed pods in winter
saint paul, minnesota
i have a 10 year old boy who is currently finding out about the world by putting things together, and taking things apart. while i transplanted a terrarium full of succulents the other day, he quietly made this. or perhaps “unmade” is the better term.
baby (volunteer) jade plant, deconstructed
somewhere beneath the snow that just today got piled higher than the roof of our car, somewhere under there, as unimaginably distant currently as a constellation of stars, some unobtrusive swelling is preparing itself to be a daffodil in our back yard. it is the first of march.
daffodil bulb and roots
i love the french verb napper. it means to coat. or to cover like a tablecloth. this winter, we have not just been blanketed in snow, as the expression goes, but rather i feel as though we have been coated. snow has crept into every nook, every cranny, every crevice. and it has stayed. all four feet of it!
snow blanketed winter stalk
rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
last summer, driving our 15 year old daughter home from a boundary waters wilderness camp, we happened upon the remains of a freshly killed adolescent great horned owl. the bird had been struck by a car, and the roadside was strewn with feathers. we stopped, took some photos of the bird, and then filled a bag with probably illegal loose feathers that otherwise would have blown into the ditch and been mown into confetti. today, i brought out that bag for some STILL blog inspiration, because my inspiration today was not going to come from outside, where the air temperature never rose above zero degrees fahrenheit. this winter has come out of nowhere and flattened us.
feathers of an adolescent great horned owl
found roadside near ely, minnesota