Tall Tales from Kansas

where the light makes them sparkle and shine

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.  

if you can limit yourself to just once a day

For your entertainment, enjoyment, and delight; while I am away visiting Dottie for a long weekend of "sistering", I present this video. I suggest you watch it nightly.  If you can limit yourself to just once a day. 

Thanks for showing it to me Marilyn!