Tuesday, February 26, 2008

A Gift

It's the start of autumn here, and the sun is suddenly just a little kinder, and though we have strong sea wind from time to time, even these bring wee gifts.

I like to keep my front door open at times like these. This morning, I thought there were tiny twigs on the floor, but when I tried to pick it up, it was something different. And there was another one.


(I try not to think of these as somebody's former body parts!)

6 comments:

  1. If I saw those here in North America, I'd think they were cicada wings. In your part of the world, who knows?

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  2. From my life's background chorus of the last couple of weeks, I'd say, you're spot on, Lynn.

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  3. They are BEAUTIFUL!
    The universe just gave you gift.
    What will you make with them?
    How will they inspire you?
    And there's two!
    Meg's time to fly.

    Love it!

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  4. Lynne, they are a little delicate, so I might draw them... But I can't think of a way to keep them, so I might ceremoniously bury them after I've enjoyed and appreciated them awhile.

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  5. Meg, I think they will probably keep fine if they are dry and out of direct sun. Of course, then they'll collect dust - at least, in my house they would!

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  6. Dust in my house, too, definitely, but I might find an old jam jar or similar. Thanks, Lynn.

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