You know how once something enters your conscience it’s suddenly everywhere, and you wonder how you ever missed it before? This weekend was like that with bugs. Yesterday’s yield of multi-pedal friends was simply staggering. Outside in the glorious weather the kids found: spiders, grasshoppers, butterflies, wooly caterpillars, potato bugs, a millipede and even a semi-dormant toad.
With all this insect activity, it wasn’t long before I started noticing how great bugs are inside too. Not just sculptures or art, but real insects. But not live one’s, rather their remains and artifacts.
The first incident of discovery happened yesterday. The internet was down in my cottage, so I made it over to Aunt Stephanie and Jessie’s to send some emails. When I entered the house, I was greeted by the stunning vision of the sun streaming through this honeycomb. With all the promise of sweet warmth, it’s the perfect complement for a kitchen window. Then today, my son found this “faerie wing.” The gossamer pattern of the dragon fly’s wing is breathtaking. I love how the real thing echos the artist’s rending in my bathroom.
I can’t help but think that the universe is trying to tell me something with all this insect serendipity. That there is beauty in everything, even pesky bugs. How design is so much more than man-made objects. That the inside is always enhanced by the out. But mostly I see how Nature takes great care to render even the most practical things beautiful. In Her designs function and form are equals.