Monday March 30, 2009
magpie, pack rat
Apples don’t fall far from trees + birds of a feather, stick together + people can be cut from the same cloth.
My eldest son has my magpie, pack-rat tendencies.
He has a beady eye for bright things on the ground.
He is broad in his definition of ‘treasure’.
He is democratic. This paperclip is for you, Mum. This washer for Dad. This plastic eye for Magnus.
Friday’s pocket = ten cents, a broken shoelace, brown seed pods, pink lid off bubblegum tube.
Today = a scrap of silver tinsel, a ripped polyester rosebud, a dented white button, a slightly-rusted roofing nail.