There is something uniquely nostalgic in the untying of a satin bow and delving into the soft interior of a cloth bag. It reminds me of a yesteryear I never knew, of Charles Dickens and trees lit with burning candles. It brings to mind Currier and Ives, and parlor games played in a spirit of warm fellowship, and of closely knit families gathering by the hearth. It adds a touch of mystery and magic which paper fails to convey and curling ribbon cannot approach. Gifts become a tactile experience as well as a visual one, another layer of pleasure for the recipient as well as the giver.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sacks And Surprises
There is something uniquely nostalgic in the untying of a satin bow and delving into the soft interior of a cloth bag. It reminds me of a yesteryear I never knew, of Charles Dickens and trees lit with burning candles. It brings to mind Currier and Ives, and parlor games played in a spirit of warm fellowship, and of closely knit families gathering by the hearth. It adds a touch of mystery and magic which paper fails to convey and curling ribbon cannot approach. Gifts become a tactile experience as well as a visual one, another layer of pleasure for the recipient as well as the giver.
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