Corners of My Home

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This is the newly added little nature corner, a submission for Amanda’s Corners of My Home. I am participating so that I’ll be encouraged to dust and declutter the corners of my home. Actually, this little corner has a little collection of scrambled egg bits under the table that you can’t see in this picture. With clever photography, I was able to conceal it. See? I’m so smart.

Really, though, I don’t think anything can force me to dust and declutter. I was kidding about that. There will be much chaos.

This little nature corner is evolving from a plain white table that was originally intended to be a Little Art Corner. This was before I realized that my boys don’t do art in a little corner, just as they prefer not to pee simply in a toilet; they do it all over: even on the Bella rug. That poor rug.

The table is quickly growing into a little laboratory: here we have blooming shallots, pinto bean sprouts, what used to be a flowering cactus (I need to rotate that out already), a fickle pitcher plant (with button!) and a bowl of fruit that Ford just placed there.

I have big dreams for this little corner. I’m looking for a long but tall aquarium tank for a local stream fauna population (kind of a mini Bull Creek, which is along the hike we take so frequently), a microscope, and a little shelf beside the table for all of our nature books–as if they would all stay on a bookshelf! On the wall: seasonal art. Small shelf for gear: binoculars for a quick peek at the white wing dove, jars for looking at specimens, plant press.

I’ve enjoyed seeing other corners. Go ahead, take a peek!

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When I was four.
I remember playing with my dad’s Koh-I-Noor Rapidographs until the points broke off, and pulling bit after sticky bit off his gum erasers. But I never came across his crow quill pens. Where did he hide them, as a medical illustrator?
Ford, also four, loves to dig through and (accidentally) destroy my art supplies, crow quills included. He uses them as wands. I’ve found sewing machine pressure feet discarded on the floor after being used as rocketships, bobbins (previously used as Ty-fighters) under sofas. I never manage to keep it all concealed.