The computer says cold weather's coming. We decided - after the Bananagrams and pancakes, the emptying the drawers of tank tops and shorts and the folding of forgotten sweaters, the playing around with Morse code, the concentration and the giggles - to forgo our indoor plans to make art and head outside. I love October so much.
(She looks like she's waiting for me, and she is, but she also had been introducing herself to the tree with a bow and a curtsey and making small-talk while I photographed EYELASH CUPS OMIGOSH!)
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| I think these are hen-of-the-woods, or maitake |
(Ah! The inchworm makes it over the first obstacle! Will he make the second?)
When I pull out some paper and pencils, Eliza busies herself with a story about a bear chase and a girl and a fall and a boy named Peter and...it's only the beginning, to be sure.
Ani takes my suggestion to write something about the day and does the above. Then she wanders off and returns to grab a pencil and paper and off again to write furiously. She returns again to read it to us.
The Tree's Story by Nature:
SHHHHHHH SHHH SHHH SHHHHHH SHHHH SHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHH SHHHHHHH SHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHHH
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHH
This is what she had to say about it: If you turn yourself into a giant ear, you realize the trees sound like one tree. The wind moves the trees so they can tell the story, and the trees come from nature, so really it's nature's story. I could lie here and listen to it all afternoon.
2 comments:
Hmmmm, October must be mushroom month? Love Ani's Shhhhhh poem, but can't imagine her being quiet long enough to hear the silence!
Oh…just gorgeous. All of you being Out not In (although In can be scrumptious too); all of you walking, and climbing, and standing and watching, listening and taking note—heaven. The trees sound like one tree…SO beautiful. That's a story I could listen to forever. Lovely lovely lovely.
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