Yep, here's a shadow of me using my phone to take a photo of a tiny leaf on the floor of a coffee shop restroom. I saw this leaf as soon as I entered the restroom. And I was so drawn to - I felt compelled to take the photo before I took care of my own needs. That's a little weird, right?
Then I did another weird thing. I picked it up.
"NO, NO, NO!", said my mommy brain. Because you're not supposed to touch things that have been on the restroom floor, right? I did it anyway. Because in that moment, I was not just a mommy - I was an artist too. I couldn't just leave that poor little leaf on the floor to be trampled on, or worse, to be disregarded as something other than a thing of beauty.
L is for LEAF. L is for LITTLE. L is for LOVELY.
I'm not sure what the future holds for this little leaf. Do I release it back into nature? Do I immortalize it though art? Will it become part of a nature study for my home schooled child? Anything but left on a restroom floor. It deserves more that than. Yes, that sounds kind of weird. So what. Feel free to leaf a me comment! Free your inner weirdness.
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."
Emily Bronte
Eh, I've picked up weirder things off of a public restroom floor. The cooties haven't killed me yet.
ReplyDeleteObviously the leaf called to you. It doesn't want to be in the wild. It wants to be artified and immortalized.
I returned to the coffee shop to get a bag of leaves - they were ALL calling me! (Thanks for visiting my blog, Karen!)
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