It’s the little things…

Trying out my new brainy phone this week—I downloaded a magnifier app—ideal for moms getting that fuzzy close vision.  I went to try it out on the nearest bit of print matter—a box of biscuits. 

And oh, what’s that little speck?  A bit of chocolate I presumed.  But no, it was this little lady ( :  strolling about looking at all the delicious words ( ;


So I strolled about the house and snapped shots of all the delightful little things that make me smile inside…

 for the memories…CM140304-09255305


CM140304-09271106 And the imaginings.

 See the bashful youth as he summons courage to propose to his princess…


Tiny tidbits of nature too,

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collected long ago by curious hands…




Kept and treasured, just because…


Handmade curios …

CM140304-09363903 Dad’s rocking horse

IMG_20140304_094416547Mom’s dainty medicine pouch with the Bambi fur…

My miniature paper creations …CM140304-10015104

CM140304-09403506 and that first pair of little knit socks that I could never bear to give away…lest there never be a second pair.


Souvenirs from first travels abroad as a teen…

from the airport in Amsterdam…IMG_20140304_092120681_HDR

and a little shop in Spain…IMG_20140304_095759764

CM140304-09382405These are some of my favorite little things–of little worth to anyone but me, but to me, a delight…Sometimes, it’s the little things that bring a smile.


Have a look around you and see what your ‘little things’ are, and share a smile with me ( :

Octobers Past…

We are having an unseasonably bright October—dim foggy mornings giving way to brilliant sunny and crisp afternoons!  I love it!  My out’s and about’s  this week have been unremarkable nevertheless, so I am obliged today to post some views from Octobers now past.  My apologies if you have already viewed these. They date back to October of 2008:

Ladybug and ‘Capetillar’ Daze

Have you ever seen ladybugs swarm? Neither had I till today. Must have been the radiant sunshine. Sarah was standing at the sliding glass door and noticed a ladybug and then two and three… and then all sorts of them bustling about on the door and the side of the house. Then we looked and the air was filled with the little winged fellows zipping about looking for a cozy place to hide for the winter.

This hibernation idea seems to be catching…The Bearded Woolly Bears (caterpillars mind you) are out in mass today too. I walked down the highway for a bit and saw dozens of the fuzzy crawlers in various states on the warm black asphalt. My guess is they are drawn to the warmth and then only too late discover this is NOT a safe place to curl up for the winter! Oh dear. (I redirected this one to the bushes. )

Apparently these caterpillars produce their own anti-freeze in order to weather the winter. Then in the Spring they get on to pursuing their destiny– becoming Isabella Tiger Moths!

Well I turned off the highway up an old logging road that now treads through a cleared landscape giving an awesome view out over Malaspina Strait. I found a dry spot to sit and take it in– just a tumble of abandoned logs with grass and ferns popping through and trailing blackberry clambering over….a spot to nestle in and feel the sun hot on my face and listen to the young alders do their song and dance and hear far off the gentle hush of a lonely stand of old firs, left to grandparent the next generation. And before I knew it I was curled up and in hibernation mode–recharging my batteries with the stillness and peace…


[The following post is also from 2008, but I am itching to head out this way again.  It is such an October day thing to do. Maybe tomorrow…]
Making Preserves

I took one look at the afternoon–bright sunshine, blue sky– and threw obligation to the wind. Today was a day for preserving. Now preserves are not a whole lot different then JAM, but the term is certainly more descriptive. To preserve something is “to prepare it, as by canning, for future use.” And I could see just looking out my window that this was a day to preserve for some future rainy afternoon when the memory of summer has long grown dim and the sun is just a hazy memory.

So how does one preserve a day? Fruit is preserved by picking at its peak, adding sugar and cooking a bit before tucking in a sparkling clean jam jar. But a sunny afternoon? Well, I suppose everyone has their own recipe. Here’s how I preserved today’s offering:

[“Calypso” with John Denver would be the perfect audio touch to this segment]

2:10 I left the house with dog and backpack. In the backpack was a gummy fruit snack– for energy, a notebook–for notes of course, and a book-book, along with a little N.T., and a little water bottle. For ready access I also attached a little ‘fanny pack’ for my wee homemade sketchbook and my brand-new camera (thanks Jim!!). A bear whistle and a cougar knife completed my kit. And off we went by mountain bike in pursuit of the most important ingredient in my recipe– uninterrupted stillness.
We headed North which is where the wilderness commences when the pavement runs out. Within minutes we are on a short leg of dirt road leading to the forest, and then an ancient logging road. Rutted, rocky and rooted it dwindles away into the dark woods that have grown up over the years since this area was logged. A steady uphill grind takes us to the trailhead where we ditch the bike to keep an old rotting log company.
On foot we head up the needle blanketed spongy trail. Louie loves a good trail and reminds me of Fred Flintstone trying to take off running. His paws send all that’s underfoot flying as he warms up for take off! Giant maple leaves brighten the path as we wend our way over interlaced roots gradually upward through the dark fir and cedar wood. Bright shafts of October sun glint through the trees at intervals. Bits of blue sky are hinted at.
We’re underway. Our preserve making has begun…

For today I have my camera along to snap pictures of interest but the real preservation of the day comes with just taking it all in with as many senses as possible, being present and undistracted. No music, no talking–except with God (and Louie where absolutely necessary). My destination is Little Sliammon Lake–now christened “Shangri-la” by a little wooden signpost. But the process of getting there is half the delight…the mushrooms (toadstools?) along the way…the mystery of never knowing what you will find today…

And what did we find to preserve?
Stillness, silence, the gentle hush of trees ever so gently swaying in the light breeze… Ravens calling, a hawk’s piercing cries, a squirrel’s excited trilling in the distance… and more silence, stillness.
Never mind the helicopter passing overhead, the dog rambling about in the underbrush, the buzzing of a fly, the exotic hornet that lands on my notebook and takes off again…

The sunshine is soft and warm. Drowsiness overtakes me. Nice to have a dog standing sentinel. I give in to a cat nap in the sun tucked up against an old tree trunk, while my senses absorb the day and preserve it in my soul for safe-keeping, “for future use” when supplies of such things have run low.

“This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!”

Thanks for joining me for the reminisce!


Walkin’ in the Rain

There have got to be some perks for going walking in the rain…


… and so there are ( :

Fungus looks especially lovely on a dim wet day…


…as does this old giant draped in green…


But home again, home again, is my favorite place to be… and look who came to visit so she could be featured here in her snazzy polka-dot ‘get up’!

A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape.
Brighter than a cherry
Smaller than a grape.

A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall.
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.
© Joan Walsh Anglund

What an incredible bit of workmanship, don’t you think?!
Wishing you little bright spots for your week too!