After spending most of the summer away, my yard is a mess! The grass is patchy brown, plants are leggy and covered in spent blooms; weeds are abundant. Besides the latter, the only things that seem to be flourishing in the garden right now are small things. Mind you, small things are often the best.
Treefrogs are tiny – usually 3-5 cm (up to 1-3/4”). This Pacific Treefrog wasn’t much bigger than my thumbnail. They can be green, bronze, grey, or all colours in between, and always have a black stripe across their eyes and nose. I like them because they eat spiders and other insects, and also because of their wonderful “ribbit” chorus during springtime evenings.
As much as I don’t appreciate spiders (that’s being tactful; I can’t staaaaaand them!!), I appreciate what they do in the garden, catching mosquitos and other unpleasant flying things. I must say if I have to encounter one, I prefer it be a smaller kind. Some of the dangly large ones raise goosebumps on me.
Our begonias surprised me, petite and delicate-looking – they are obviously sturdier than I thought, since they received absolutely no watering during the dry weather of our last month-long absence.
Small things. Sometimes, rather than a big idea, it’s a tiny spark of inspiration that fuels a writer’s creativity. A brief vision of what could be, or what might have been. The small alpine lake with its miniscule log cabin pictured in my previous post was just such inspiration for me. It provided the setting for a plot that had been brewing over the past several months, a story that had nowhere to happen.
Now it’s written and I can move on.
What small thing inspired your most recent writing?