7 Random Uses for Used Tea Bags
The Origin of Love.
Currently I reside in frame 22.
Off on a tangent from the other day’s bit of Emily Dickinson trivia. There’s no reason to think that pressing plants need be motivated by some desire to create a thorough and scientifically accurate herbarium (though we wholeheartedly support you if that’s your goal!). Sometimes it’s the simple act of collecting and immortalizing objects that gives you the most satisfaction, really. —MN
I remember, as far back as maybe third grade, I have collected pressed flowers.
Very recently I opened the two books I have always kept these flowers in and flipped through the whole collection and reflected on what started the collection in the first place.
I can’t think of any specific reason.
With no intention, not even an end goal to what I would use them for or even for their aesthetic value as pressed flowers, I selectively collected particular ones which seemed to strike me in that moment. In a way, they were compulsive, even as I say they were selected I feel as if the action is compulsory.
They hold no specific memories of places, times, or people. They are not particularly sentiment for the reasons of memory, but they are sentiment because I chose them and I kept them. Somehow, they mean something to me.
These reasons could be merely forgotten or they could have never existed in the first place. Here is where my research starts:
- Reflections of the temporary nature of fragile things in the wild, in nature, and how that creates preciousness.
Tale of nature from Vyacheslav Mishchenko