seed pod butterflies

Mother nature with all her Autumnal winds and rain is handing us a silver platter covered in earthen toned minutiae. Our gathering basket is filled to overflowing and we haven't reached for paper or glitter for quite some time.  A large leaf our canvas, a feather - our brush. Our bath is dotted with many seed pod boats and vivid yellow pom poms grace our weathered table; their dusty pollen staining our hands as we explore the texture.

There is something about this time of year that makes me hone in on the wonders of the natural world.  Bijou's eyes are often down cast as she scans for wisps of this and that. Pockets are always Aladdin's caves come washing time as gum nuts and scruffy feathers have been squirrelled away like gleaming jewels.  I watch with interest as she refines her bowerbird qualities and chooses with more discretion now. Items are foraged, admired and perused and then often cast aside. Only those which capture her mind and her heart make their way into the basket.  Her eye for detail is sharpening.

In a world where technology is sporning almost virus like and engulfing our senses at every turn I am heartened that with a simple afternoon walk we can ground ourselves to this beautiful planet and it's awe inspiring ways. It is a chance to draw breath. A simple collection and primitive tools create keepsakes to feather our nest and envelope us in raw, natural beauty. 

Her pride is palpable. As is mine.

What beauties has nature handed to you lately?

Steph x

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