Thank you Fiona and Kaspa from Writing Our Way Home for another inspirational online project: a blogsplash on my most beautiful thing.
It is never constant. The day can reveal it, then retrieve it. I might not own it: a sunset, words spoken by a child, a smile. Beauty can fade, become functional, decay. Sometimes, it reminds me it is there. Or makes me rethink what beauty really is.
|a timeless teazle|
The common teazle: dipsacus sylvestris. A thorny plant found on waste ground. Old English: tǣsel; related to Old High German: zeisala, teasel, Norwegian: tīsl, undergrowth, tīsla, to tear to bits.
A piece of my hometown preserved in resin; all thorns and raggedness capturing the light on a wooden windowsill. Today, it is my most beautiful thing.
Thank you Hafod Grange Paperweights, Goytre, Port Talbot, for making beautiful things.