I don't know that I ever saw my mother wear this lovely but impractical necklace of autumn leaves. Beautiful on display perhaps, the necklace does not hang well on the neck, the strands not properly spaced and the leaves too large to be more than a jumble. Nevertheless, the delightful light clattering sound it makes has an appeal all its own, as if the wearer was kicking through tumbledown foliage with the abandon of a child. It is a necklace of sound, jewelry to be handled and not worn, pleasing both ear and eye.
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, October 18, 2011
Necklace Of Sound
I don't know that I ever saw my mother wear this lovely but impractical necklace of autumn leaves. Beautiful on display perhaps, the necklace does not hang well on the neck, the strands not properly spaced and the leaves too large to be more than a jumble. Nevertheless, the delightful light clattering sound it makes has an appeal all its own, as if the wearer was kicking through tumbledown foliage with the abandon of a child. It is a necklace of sound, jewelry to be handled and not worn, pleasing both ear and eye.
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