“Daisy, give yourself away. Look up at the rain, a beautiful display of power and surrender, giving us today and she gives herself away.”
We came to the Berrious one morning, with a nature list of things to collect to spruce up our home; bringing the outdoors, indoors. I had ambivalent feelings of the weather, anticipating yet another victory for the sun, whom I wasn’t rooting for at all. Thankfully, the warmth slowly dissipated as the fog crept in and covered our playing grounds. We sat underneath the shade of an enormous pine tree, where the air was even chillier. Evie collected lavender wild daisies, searched for giant pinecones, and came across slithering black slugs that made her shudder a second time as she told me her terrifying encounters with all of them as she fished for squirrels.
“It didn’t hurt. It was just an accident, mommy. It didn’t hurt.” Evie said.
“What didn’t hurt? Did you hurt the slug? Did you kill it?” I asked.
“No. I saw the slug, and was afraid, and so I pressed it with my finger and it didn’t hurt me. But it put slobber on my fingers and so it died! But it was an accident,” she replied as her voice trailed off into a whisper.
The slug left a fingerprint of its sticky residue on Evie’s fingertips. Traces of black pigment from its skin also stained her fingers. It really nauseated me to think that she practically stabbed the slug to its death. I quickly pulled out the antibacterial wipes. My insides twisted and turned as I tried to calmly wipe the residue of slug mucous off her fingers, while at the same time wiping the expression of grossness off my face. I cannot understand the inhabitance of gross terrestrials that slither and crawl upon this earth; what is their purpose? I sat there unentertained by the repulsive thought that my daughter just killed a slug with her brave bare hands. Deep inside, I might have been more traumatized than she was.
Evie and I gathered large branches that had fallen from the Eucalyptus trees and dissected it branch by branch, forming a pile of mahogany colored twigs at our feet, and also picking off all of the leaves and clustered buds. I envisioned a simple fall wreath for our front door– dark brown twigs layered together, fastened pinecones and tiny wild red berries bunched along the bottom half, and lastly, a simple satin or lace ribbon to hang it on a nail above the peek hole of our door. I had no luck finding any red berries.
Wreaths take on many symbolic meanings in different cultures and beliefs. I am a Christian and our family celebrates Christmas; so I am enamored by all the symbolic meanings behind most of the décor that is apparent in the months of November and December. The advent evergreen wreath, symbolizes the everlasting life through Jesus; it is circular to represent God– with no beginning and no end. But even though it hangs in significance, honestly, I just want our front door to be fall-esque; and in December, winter-esque.
Time goes by quickly when we’re outdoors. After a couple hours in the Berrious, we sat on our picnic blanket and munched on the snacks that I had brought. I don’t think I can resist pumpkin sales this year, especially after roasting my first successful batch of pumpkin seeds. The seeds were lightly golden, the insides were perfectly crunchy, and the salty taste and process of cracking the outer shell was just as addicting as eating sunflower seeds while watching a baseball game. Unmindfully, I haven’t thought much about pumpkins being the prime vegetable on our table, rather than just a front porch halloween decoration. When I was a child, my mother roasted the pumpkin seeds from our carved jack-o-lanterns, and both my grandmas occasionally made soups using pumpkin squash and other types of gourds for cooking. In all honesty, I don’t know how to make one dish from my ethnic background; I am Filipina. Needless to say, pumpkin is not a foreign food to me, it is part of my culture; I just did not anticipate the day that I would have to pick up where my mother and grandmas left off after I became a mother and a wife. This includes, decorating for the holidays!
A Bebe Florist
Hot Glue Gun + Glue Stick Refills
1. Circle Template. I used my largest circular knitting loom and traced a template with chalk on my working surface.
2. Break branches into smaller sizes and start laying out your sticks following your circle template and hot-gluing it together at the same time. Keep adding more branches and filling spaces until you are satisfied.
3. Fasten pinecones and other nature finds to your wreath.