Sunday, August 7, 2011

So it Goes



There’s been intermittent spring-like wafts in the air but I’m still thinking winter. I know that before I am ready, the warm/warmer/blisteringly hot will arrive – boisterous and squinty bright. Florally spring things are pushing up through the earth and after that, the summer sun will throb its heat and cicadas will shrill a relentless tune.



Soon I’ll get into the groove but I do like the winter quiet. I like the bunkering down, the introspection, the blanket-grey sky, the easy on the eye.



My Middle is the treasure hunter. I excavate many of his findings from the bottom of the washing machine, or soggily spun into the crevices of a damp, newly cleaned pocket. Occasionally, his treasures travel in cupped, protective hands: escape the ordeal of the pocket; survive the tumble of an entire school day.



These are the finds that whisper of seasons long past,



Their decay a fragile, intricate perfection.



Meanwhile, the Smallest has declared herself resident Snail Whisperer.



The winter roses are altogether thankful.



Of the seventy or so snail-lets residing on our kitchen table in jarred, semi-captivity, there have been three serious bids for escape. Each of these renegade snails have met with an entirely accidental but, nonetheless, heartbreakingly unfortunate end.



We gather for another snail funeral and bury the remains under the winter roses.

And so it goes.

29 comments:

WhingingNinja said...

I remember racing snails when I was young and of all things eating the one that didn't win!! yes Melbournes summer will be hot one dreading it already

Naturally Carol said...

That's recycling the elements at it's best!

A Peppermint Penguin said...

the sublime

and the ridiculous.

but mostly the sublime.

you want cold weather when it gets too hot? Pop over here for a visit.

Cheers,
AJ

Lizeylou said...

While I know its not funny I did giggle at the thought of a snail funeral.
Such great pics! My littlest is the treasure hunter in our house - so many weird and wonderful things are carried oh so carefully. It really is wonderful to watch!

Cath @ chunkychooky said...

Ahh yes, I know the death os snail tears all too well. we have one that we got in Sydney two weeks ago.
*sigh*

Tanya said...

Snail Whisperer....I love it! Kids being kids, doesn't get any better.

Kylie said...

Achingly beautiful winter finds! I love them and love your photos too :) Snail whisperer too cute for words :) Kx

kylie said...

Love your wintery, skeletony, images. Very beautiful. Not sure what to make of snail whispering, but we did have a little funeral here of our own this weekend... a little goldfish departed the earth {or should I say tank}. Sadly missed by little people of the house...

teddybearswednesday said...

do you think the snail whisperer could come over to my place? I have many snails begging to be whispered to, adopted and loved. How does she feel about slugs also?
xo
PS your tiny weeny snails are much cuter than mine.
PPS you had me at Snail Funerals.

ally said...

love the decaying hydrangeas - they are so pretty like that
snail funerals are a bit beyond me though...we've done worms and fish though!

Jude said...

As I sit here I believe I am living that summer feeling you were talking about....The cicadas are deafening and I am sitting in the cool, cool coolness of my house as the sun's rays sear the air outside....I am day dreaming of rain showers and days when I can walk my dogs for hours and hours up into the mountains....strange world?
oh, I live on the island of Crete in Greece.
Take care
Jude

Michelle said...

Your images are so beautiful in words and photos that I am usually stunned into silence. No comment I make will ever be grand enough to make it seem that I really do appreciate what you give us.

Feast for the eyes and brain - that's what it is.

Posie Patchwork said...

Oh thank goodness, i thought i was the only mother thinking i had the house (& children) where snails came to meet their untimely end. Our 4 get rather excited when it rains as all the snails in the 'hood congregate in our brick letter box (& eat our snail mail) - we've asked everyone in our street, no one else has a snail eating mail issue, just us . . . but to their downfall, as the children play with them & often line them up on the drive way, forgetting i have a 4WD to reverse in their path . . . oh the humanity. They must breed/ re group quickly as there are always more to replace them the next time it rains in our letter box!! Love Posie

'jolijou' said...

Wonderful treasures! I don't know about the snails...aaargh....although that one peering over the glass rim sorta does look cute, I must admit!!
xo Andrea

clare's craftroom said...

Please read Michelles comment above mine because she has said what I was thinking . I loved this post so much and I'm so very glad you blog .

Mama of 2 boys said...

One of THE best posts ever! I LOVE the way you write Tania. I am torn over the Winter merging into Spring feeling also. I love these perfectly still, sunny, warmish days. But I also think about how hot our house gets in the trenches of Summer and I know it isn't all that pleasant. So for now, I'm content to take the mild days and embrace the cold ones.
The snail whisperer is so cute. I used to do the exact same thing. We always had runaways... or slide aways as the case may be. One day they escaped onto the bookshelf and left their trails over dozens of books. Oops! My Mama was so patient with me ;o) xo

Nikki said...

Ah... the passing of seasons....and snails..... and the treaured moments in life.

Well captured, T.

Flaming Nora said...

As we are in the height of sumer here, with the garden starting to become over blown and faded, definatly past its blousey summery best, we are traveling your journey in reverse, the days are getting shorter, the mornings darker, but as yet no nip in the morning air, that will come in about 3 weeks time.

Sandrine said...

Beautiful beautiful captures and words Tania.I love that snail whisperer thing :)Lucky her she is not born in a country where adults try to make you eat the poor thing! LOL (Noone could triumph against the stubborn little me though!)
Have a beautiful soft for the eye and the heart kind of week xx

lamina @ do a bit said...

Such gorgeous photos!! Oh dear poor little snails! I use to have funerals and bury all insects and little creatures in the garden when I was a little girl... so sweet!

soniaandfred said...

Poor snails :( They appear to be well loved though.

mel @ loved said...

beautiful pictures of your middles treasures. Our middle guy is a collector too, lots of lovely (often smelly) finds are shoved in the pockets of his school pants..I'm not ready to give winter away yet either, I love the rugging up & snugness, though it's so lovely to open up the house & feel warm winds drying up our dripping windows at the moment!

peppermintpatcher said...

It's the whole cycle of life lovingly delivered through two small people's eyes.

Linda said...

I love the fragile plant photos,so delicate and wonderful... I have decided after much consideration not to pull out that Shalom cardi of mine, just can't do it...
xo
Linda

furrybees said...

Lordy. You are a treasure. Your blog never fails to delight.

Fer said...

Blessed are the Small (and the Middle), for they shall inherit the earth. :-)

jo so and sew said...

beautiful photos of winter skeletons...
and maybe you should read the book about the snail I reviewed not so long ago..."The sound of a wild snail eating.."

silverpebble said...

It's funny, like yours my littlest is the gatherer of small creatures, particularly ladybird, at the moment. TEach one is called Lily. At one point the other day we had eleven Lilies all enjoying a homemade climbing frame (a couple of sticks in some sand). Littlest observed 'they are sharing nicely'.

Sally said...

Perhaps you should read your smallest Patricia Highsmith's "The Snail Watcher"!