Like every summer, for 3 or 4 weeks, I am back home to France. I grew up between the country side in the South of Nantes, and on the seaside, on the Noirmoutier island, nearby. Every summer, I am fortunate enough to be able to stay in the same houses where I grew up and where my parents still live. It is always a time for reflection about passing years. This summer, my parents are celebrating their 50 years of marriage. Mine lasted 15 or so. The search for a new companion is being arduous but enriching in its self discovery. During these summer weeks, I am back to my childhood but also back to the natural world that surrounds me. After a few days, I always start collecting materials and just make things. This year, the movement has been given by looking at punched dead leaves from an amélanchier tree (or shadbush) in my parents' garden. I think the holes were made by solitary bees . I "glued the holes" made by the solitary bees together ….