It's that time of year, here, when we sit inside, in the warm, and we look out at the garden, and we admit to ourselves that we have to get out there and tidy. We have a tiny city garden. I can hardly complain about hours of back breaking labour and we do have one added attraction. Digging in our garden always turns into a treasure hunt.
Our house is built in the grounds of a big old Victorian mansion and - no, wait, let's be honest: our house is built on the rubbish pit at the bottom of someone else's garden. We know this because of the things we find every time we go to turn over some soil. We find crockery, broken plates in creams and whites, with faded patterns in blues and browns, and glass rubbed smooth by the years. I've written about our treasure before in Bury My Heart Under the Tree; but the photo I took then of my very favourite find has been sitting ever since, waiting for me to scrapbook it.
And I finally seized the chance when Get It Scrapped asked for a page with a photo of an object for their article Storytelling on the Scrapbook Page With Photos of Objects. Not a person, not a place, but a thing. I like making pages about "things". It offers me time to reflect on what I have and, let's be honest (yes, again, second time today)' if I'm going to post it anywhere, it makes a change from the world looking at our faces! I could have chosen any of my Storytelling Sunday "Pick Your Precious" subjects for this (oh,what! third times's a charm..honestly, yes, I still have lots of them to scrap); but the little heart on the piece of clay pipe has always - had my heart. We picked it out of the earth, I cleaned it and photographed it and now it sits on my hall table and in a page in my album.
I'm glad I was able to post it this week, because it gives me the perfect opportunity to remind everyone of the final Storytelling Sunday this weekend. A precious object, a special Christmas, a favourite story from the last three years..what are you going to link us up to for the last time?