I have a set of brass crickets that come out in July. They sit on the hearth with the drying camomile. I have crickets in the gardens.
The boot cricket is old. It sits by the front porch.
I found a reader's Journal. It has a place to write about the books I read. I wrote a bit about East Wind Melts the Ice. I have been inspired by this book. Each essay has me thinking about my natural surroundings.
It seems to me the creatures in the natural world have a purpose. Each leaf, each bug has a purpose. They already are masters of themselves.