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Bijou found her. My head was tangled in thoughts of dinner plans and mouldy blinds to clean as my hands pegged out the little man's nappies. Eager calls beckoned me from my deliberations to come and see her and there resting on the seat of a chair almost snuggled into its cushion she lay. A frog.
Only days earlier I bustled about opening the unlabeled boxes that cluttered this space. Roller blades, monopoly and the attachments from the vacuum cleaner were unearthed and baby clothes were sorted into sizes and squirelled away for perhaps another day. Slowly with the wiping clean of dust and grime I carved out a small space in the garage for creating. A little nook in this "too small" house just perfect for settling in.
A celadon green laminex table eagerly waiting to be strewn with fabric and scissors, paper and glue. Tucked under it a sturdy chair topped with an eclectic and inviting cushion. A real haven for creating so I thought. Apparently so did she.
For the first few days equal parts of wonder and bother led me to check on the whereabouts of our Stony Creek frog companion. Nobody can deny the allure of the world's flora and fauna in all its diversity and we all, in some way, admire the beauty. But when these organisms tread just that bit too close, or their day to day ways become just that bit too noisy, smelly or intrusive in our humanistic endeavours we are quick to turn a blind eye to the splendour and move them on. I am ashamed to admit that very thought crossed my mind in the beginning.
But now each morning I check to see if she has returned from her nocturnal foraging and smile when I spy her smooth skin nestled against that cushion. With her familiar comings and goings and quiet, simple existence she has given the ultimate lesson in slowing down. Yes, she has taken my chair and for a time has rendered my creative space stagnent. But of all the streets, all the homes, all the chairs this wandering lady has chosen this one. Such a privilege to have her stay awhile. I will be sad when she goes.
Steph x
Oh she can come and stay at my place for as long as she wants. I always feel so fortunate when a little someone decides to pop in for a while. Even the birds which visit us everyday still make me smile.
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh I had to take a second look, nothing like the frogs here, its lovely! Your babies are growing so beautifully what a joy it is to come here to visit, I don't always comment, I have sight issues but I NEVER miss a post, thank you for your allowing us into your world for a peek!
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet! I, too, am guilty of moving them along...unfortunately. I dearly love that you called her this "wandering lady."
ReplyDeleteHow.cute it'd make a great child story.
ReplyDeleteShe's so gorgeous! What a treat : )
ReplyDeleteLovely. We get them at my mum's place. We usually have to share the bathroom with at least one when we visit. Somehow their stillness makes them mesmerising.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother loved frogs. Is that chair painted yellow and a minty green?
ReplyDeleteIsn't it delicious! It's minty green and worn on the seat to a paler green. I love how all the wood is coming through. WIshing you a beautiful weekend :) xx
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