I am not sure what it is about "collecting" that appeals to us humans. Looking. Finding. Gathering. Joining. Collating. Re-arranging. What I do know, is that very small collections give me the most pleasure. Nothing to weigh me down.
Easily sorted by color.
Arranged with little effort on the small, slightly rusty, metal tray Aunt Critch told me was a family heirloom.
Mixed up and reformed into a circle,
then back into a square,
and finally into an atypical blooming botanical.
Then back in their tiny containers, in front of the sink, they go.
With the flowers, where the light makes them sparkle and shine. Just like when they were in the cove on Glass Beach rolling in and out with the tide.
Ahhhh... collections. I love collecting. I love seeing others collections. Collections say a lot abut the person collecting. I could actually talk about collections for hours but will restrain myself from further rambling. I'm actually thinking there could be a poem in there somewhere??? LOL
Posted by: Emie | 08/16/2019 at 04:03 AM
So cool! Love every bit!
Posted by: jacki long | 08/16/2019 at 10:07 AM
Oh how lovely. Our boy cat Sir would have a fit with the “sparkles” and things could get broken or at the least seriously rearranged. The singing that ensues when we do dishes is extensive and he sees the sparkles.
Posted by: SMM | 08/17/2019 at 02:40 PM