“…Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world,” he said wisely one day, “but people don’t know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen.
I am going to try and experiment…”
— Frances Hodgson Burnett : The Secret Garden
“…What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable…”
— Joseph Addison
“…I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget…”
— Erin Van Vuren.
“…Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its colour to purple…”
— Suzy Kassem : Rise Up and Salute the Sun : The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Had a death in the house this week… This tiny little gecko decided to meet his maker, under a pile of my crafting supplies (which I am sure will be my fate someday). So sad. I had seen him earlier in the week and had desperately tried to catch him (which also involved me having a conversation with him whereby I tried to convince him he should come out so I could take him outside) but he had disappeared into my book shelves. Then, when I was clearing up on Sunday, I found his little corpse in between some sheets of scrapbooking paper 😦
Look at his tiny little toes! Those pretty, gem-like and almost metallic eyes! The patterns in his skin! So sweet. I don’t think he was long gone…his body was still soft and pliant. I’m glad I didn’t squish him – he wasn’t flattened or anything like that. Just looked like he was sleeping really. He may have just gotten dehydrated, stuck in my house, or maybe he was already sickly. But he’s so tiny! And perfect!
Apparently geckos are nocturnal and eat insects. That’s about all I know. Other than them being cute. I did have a much larger one in my shed a while back and he scared the living daylights out of me. He leapt off the wall as I opened the door and basically flung his tail at me. Which was a bit horrifying. I (again) was having a conversation with a reptile – “Please keep your tail! I don’t want to eat you!”- but to no avail. His tail wriggled and flipped for ages by itself as he ran off into the undergrowth. Icky!
I’m not sure what kind of gecko this one is. I guess he’s just some sort of common house gecko. Let’s go with that. He wasn’t wearing a name tag. You can look at some other kinds HERE if you’re in to that sort of thing.
I’ve kept him for now, as my brother sometimes does resin art and uses, ahem, dead things. But, besides that, he (the gecko) seems too lovely to get rid of. I’ll bury him if nothing else. He deserves that, and will go into the earth or be dinner for other critters.
RIP little dude x
Just a quick post to show you the bird houses my brother has been making. He’s been using old wooden pallets – great idea for recycling! He has added bits of fallen branches and painted the houses in rustic colours or left them plain and unpainted. They’re more decorative than functional, but maybe some little birdies will be looking for just such a house to hide in or raise some babies.
I love these, and my brother 🙂
PS I have been fiddling about with my blog’s theme/appearance as you may have noticed if you’re a regular reader… I haven’t settled on one that I really like yet, so please bear with me while I chop and change, and hopefully I will get it right soon! x