Nature's Place

Bugged

Green shield bug surveying his domain. No trouble in sight … yet, in an ever changing world.

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Hello Darling

Every jumping spider is looking for love. If you look, you’ll see them in the undergrowth waving to their potential mate, and he chasing her down, if she will allow.

Or every spider is being spider, including the love in spider – there is love in all things, without the impediment of psychological divisions into me and mine and this and that, for and against …

Spider doesn’t suffer from the human condition, thanks be to … But neither can they make conscious love, nor love conscious.

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Bee Hotel …

This parasitic wasp was noticed sitting on the old Blue Banded Bee hotel, listening … for what may be.

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Listening … to what the surrounding structure and landscape was saying, the masked bee moved in.

Moving from entrance to entrance, each one separate as the BBB are a solitary bee, not hive minded – somewhat individual.

All can be seen to exercise caution, at least testing for recognition to ensure integrity to process – don’t want to finish another’s nest.

Others just testing for a suitable repository for her as yet unborn young. All things intelligent in their own ways, all things driven to reproduce.

The dark cool of the mud brick interior a suitable place for new life to begin its journey out.

not any more. Made for the Blue Banded Bee a few years ago, this hotel, they only really used it for one.

Last year a few still nested there but this year none so far, but nothing good goes to waste.

This year a swarm? – don’t know if they can be called that as they are not a hive (mind) creature.

But this year the masked bee turned up in numbers, followed by the parasitic wasp.

I will watch as everything runs its course, inside and out … maybe get a few pictures.

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Gardening

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If the ‘outer’ is the representation of the ‘inner’, as within so without, then gardening also has a greater reality than it appears in sense.

What could it be, this greater reality of gardening, becomes apparent in the endeavour to see, what it is.

What gets in the way of seeing, that has to be dug into, plucked, discarded and recycled?

And what of the flower, it’s greater reality, such beauty of colour and form?

Weeding works, what you water grows …

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Ahoy Skipper

Skipper butterfly that is, sitting proud on the high point of a rotted then dried out lemon. A grand open view before it.

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Not often still enough for a few shots, but this time unperturbed by my giant shadowy presence before it.

The mentioned winter weevil, on the now dried out lemon, laying eggs into or below the skin, youngers still about.

From another angle, for perspective, or just for the entertainment. Amazing that these 1cm long creatures have unique lives.

Some kind of candy beetle, usually found munching a nearby leafy plant, but this time on that old dried mouldy lemon again.

And again, now how did a leaf eater get onto the mouldy old lemon. Somebody carried it perhaps … one of a garden’s mystery.

Tiny bees, not seen by day, much. Then found out of the way, clambering about a branch of the hot chilli bush at night.

Maybe it keeps them warm at night, who knows. But not this one, landed on my hand while shooting the above in the dark.

The first day this butterfly landed on this spot I went to get the camera but it was gone when I got back. Not so this time.

I got back and the skipper was still there, basking in the sun atop a dried out lemon that was used to attract tiny weevils during winter.

The garden is burgeoning, sunlight and greenery and flowers, and all the forms that live in and on.

A cacophony of comings and goings in the stillness of the space it all happens in.

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