Nature's Place

Lemony Life

The more common kind of weevil visiting the decaying lemon. A female I believe, sitting unusually tall but with thin front legs.

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I often observe her with her rear end touching the lemon’s surface. Depositing eggs I think. The lemon serves a multitude it seems.

That would make sense. Also, a weighty rear end is economically supported on the ground, and keeps the head up and alert.

Here she’s grazing. Then she makes the perfect subject, too absorbed to notice any disturbance I make in her landscape.

Then there’s mating, and those long male legs come in handy to maintain position and balance on an otherwise precarious lemony world.

An other kind of weevil, or babies frolicking on a young lemony world. It’s hard to say without interfering …

Where the lemon attached to the tree a fungus grows from within, and he loves it. … Notice his long legs now, broad at front, apparently oversized.

When the lemons in the house start turning I put them to use in the garden.

Staked on bamboo or otherwise, they age in the sun and rain and eventually attract these tiny weevils.

They graze on the cracking skin and any fungus or mold that grows on it, absorbed in the business of survival.

When they stop still it’s usually for a time, time enough to observe and for a few shots anyway.

But once they are on the move there is no hope, fast and agile as any fly in the garden.


It’s in the nature of form to move. Trick is to be still enough to catch it before it’s gone.

Though it’s essence never really leaves, nature returns anew, is never the same again.

When seen with a steady focus, to be imbued with the creative spark of life.

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