I am a self-proclaimed treasure hunter. No, I don't hunt for "real" treasure like silver or gold at the bottom of the sea, although I have been known in the past to collect silver-plated serving pieces. I am what you would call a tiny treasure hunter...I look for found objects that delight me! I've found nothing that is worth anything in monetary value, but I've found numerous things that are worth lots of smiles and trigger my wonderment as to where they came from and how they got where I find them. I have collected shells and driftwood on the beach, beautiful leaves during autumn, miniature roses that I have dried, feathers, rocks, smooth pebbles...
Today as I was taking my morning stroll, I ran across this little beauty tossed to the side of the road near a large tree in my yard. I must admit I enjoy my walks as much for the treasure hunting as I do for the exercise. I don't know how this little nest got there, but for one who loves pretty much anything to do with birds and aviary, I was thrilled to say the least (big stuffed birds or stuffed birds of any kind -- not so much). I've posted pictures of birds and bird nests in the past, because I enjoy them and have even posted other people's pictures of bird nests that I see and like. I have bird cages worked into the decor in my house and claimed my mom's birdhouse that sat on a table in her living room for my own. But this little gem...it is authentic and, because of that, I am delighted! It sets off a million thoughts running through my mind... What little bird built it? How long did it take her to weave such intricacy? How many eggs did it hold and did they all hatch? Where are the birds now? Is it a past home of a bird I've seen in my yard?
I don't know how this little nest found its way to the side of the road. A big gust of wind most likely, either the wind blowing through the trees or the manufactured wind my hubby's monster blower makes when he uses it in the yard. But either way, there it was waiting for me -- for me alone this morning, just to make me smile. It just happened to be exactly where it was at the exact time I was walking by and I know it was there for my enjoyment. I found the same delight on the beach a couple of months ago. I've had little luck in finding driftwood on the particular beach we usually frequent, but this time I ran across a tiny beauty -- long and slender -- small in size, but smooth as a stone and just right for the shell basket on my table. I was filled with wonder at where that little piece of driftwood originated and how far it had traveled. I pondered the mysteries of the vast ocean, and how it had been tossed and turned into a sleek finish. You might say I'm a bit obsessed with treasures from the beach as well. They also find a way into the decor of my home. What can I say? I am inspired by nature. I have even been known to save and dry flowers. Now, this was a common practice back in the eighties when potpourri was all the rage, but today we have essential oils and candles that do a much better job at infusing our homes with fragrance. If I am ever gifted with the tiny little spray roses that florists use in corsages (sometimes I buy them for myself because I love them so much!), I simply cannot part with these little gems. They are just as beautiful dried as they are when they are alive. Most of my found treasures just sit there and do nothing other than kindle my interest and inspire me each and every time I pass them in my house. I use this method as well when I am shopping for decorative items for my home. The perfect curiosity for the perfect spot can be all it takes to deem a day of shopping successful. It takes patience waiting for the perfect treasure, but it's totally worth it. The just-right accessory for the perfect place, whether it's your house or your body, makes all the difference.
I know I could Google the kind of bird that most likely built this nest and find out pretty much any fact I desire to know on birds, bird nests, shells, driftwood and so many other found objects. In fact, I have gotten in the habit lately of saying, "Why wonder about it, just Google it ! " I am constantly amazed by the technology we possess in the 21st century, but sometimes I think we allow it to take the place of the art of wondering. Sometimes just wondering is enough. Some things are better left un-studied, un-figured out, just enjoyed for the pure pleasure they bring. And when it comes to finding tiny treasures along life's path, maybe they are best left for the tiny act of marveling alone. Have you done any marveling lately?
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