|One room of Annina Diston's wonderful handmade dollhouse collections. You can see more of her work here. She's brilliant. You can buy her work, too! photo credit: Annina Diston|
|I think I had this room once. Or maybe dreamed I did. Annina dreamed it into reality on a very small scale. photo credit: Annina Diston|
Like so many things wrapped naturally in peels and rinds and skins, each time of opening is a surprise. Will it be bursting with its true selfness or end up a deferred waiting only to disappoint? How to know except to open it? Indeed.
As it turned out, this avocado was true. True true true! First I sliced a very narrow slice, my paring knife cutting into perfect ripeness, a good sign. The skin peeled away leaving no sloppy or dark bits hidden, good sign #2. And then the tasting. Yes! A real avocado! Buttery and rich, even without salt or a splash of balsamic (thank you, Susie, for that years ago taste treat learning!) it was almost as perfect as a memory of picked off one of the many avocado trees in my yard years ago, knowing goodness was in hand - as close as it could be to that was close enough.
When abundance means one or two perfect things, the spirit responds in kind, making small things and moments bigger than an overflowing cornucopia. I am not always sure how it works, because sometimes it seems more is better. I only know that often, very often, less is more and tiny is bigger. Oh, I think I've said that before.
|Inside these tiny heirloom cherry tomatoes are two seeds, for saving. For next time.|
That's how tiny is. You can ponder it awhile. And sometimes, you can live in it.
Have a take time for tiny things Tuesday. Do something timely and true.