- After completing yesterday’s blog, I put together a scrapbook for my grandkids about finding the baby bird. As I was working on it, I began thinking about how wondrous nature is. How something as tiny as this little bird could be a living thing, hatching from its egg and growing, within weeks into a winged creature who can fly and perch on a branch, singing for all to hear under the warmth of the sun. But given this little bird’s predicament, I also thought how fragile, how tenuous is our hold on life.
- . All the more reason to take the time to see what treasures nature has bestowed on us. From a spiderweb glistening with morning dew, to a fragile seashell washed ashore by an ocean wave, to a butterfly delicately seeking nectar from a flower, nature has surrounded us with her handiwork. It waits only for us to take the time to see and enjoy.
Remember those collections we assembled as children? A rock that sparkled in the sun, a bird feather, the tiniest of seashells, an autumn leaf , a four-leaf clover, all placed with care in a shoe box,and secreted away under our beds. .Children are masters of focusing in on these tiny treasures, as if nature placed them there on purpose to be discovered, examined and appreciated.. My granddaughter will stop to examine the tiniest of bugs, with the utmost concentration and delight. Every rock my grandson spies is examined as if it were the first rock he has ever seen. I want that joy of discovery back.
At what point in growing up, did we lose this perspective?. When did we grow too busy to notice the small wonders that surround us? I’m going to start taking more “camera walks”, spend more time looking for and appreciating the little things because after all, it’s the little things that add up to the big picture. Small Wonder.