Nature's Place

Immobile on a flower in the middle of the day, unusual for a hungry wasp. Still there when I got back with camera.

Then without any notice she took off, I couldn’t follow with old eyes. Just as well we were going to the same place.

Where I work in the garden. The table with pot plants on it, and trays with water in them. So she could drink her fill.

So quiet she was I thought I’d try some background, a leaf from the nearby passion fruit vine, carefully placed.

And she didn’t mind being moved, we had an understanding, no unnecessary activity. But she wasn’t leaving.

Just a few shots for the record, my record. The green allows some detail in the shadows, contrast is necessary …

… a world of difference. After a while I gave her my warm finger and she climbed on without pause, the cool wind.

No sign of her stinger, so relax … She snuggled up, close as she could. What else to do on a cold windy day.

To soak up the warmth of it I suspect, and was very patient with me. She wasn’t interested in the butterfly bush.

She prefers meat, I think. Nectar at another time maybe. First things first tho, warmth for the rest of the body being.

She had adopted me, as a source of life and nourishment, warmth. And wasn’t going to let me go easy, so it seemed.

We are more dangerous to them than they are to us, though people don’t realise it from inside their emotions.