Nature in a jar

What is it about the beauty of nature that makes us covet it so? Is it the transient and ever changing cycle of sleep, death and re-birth which draws us to it. Compels us to preserve its fleeting beauty...pressing flowers, drying seeds.

It sometimes feels as if preserving those moments of beauty, the part of nature that brings us joy, brings us closer to a moment in time we wish to remember, that stroll through a meadow, the hours making daisy chains as a child.

I’ve had this sweet little jar which had capers in for a while, and have been waiting to find a use for it. An odd shape I just didn’t find one, until this afternoon, when I saw the teeniest, tiniest dandelion gone to seed in our garden (it’s seriously like 1cm wide if that. )Part of me was about to blow the dandelion and make a wish with the little one as we always do and I wonder why I am always holding the dandelions back from overtaking the whole garden 😅) but then I thought wouldn’t it be lovely to preserve that memory, those wisher blown, that beautiful delicate dandelion that’s ever so fleeting. And so that’s what I did. A moment of my childhood frozen in time. A memory of all those wishes, some which have come true!

(Swipe to see how I did it)

The dandelion sits proudly in our playroom, a reminder of the fleeting beauty of nature, of childhood, but never dreams and wishes