Nature's Place

Thought to be … Bug for sure.

Company for Katie’s Assassin – click to see.

Bugs in the garden, sucking the life out of the butterfly bushes. If I let them … Can’t let a couple bugs ruin it for so many others.

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They are photogenic when caught at the right angle. Good models that don’t frighten easily. Is she posing for us?

A pair, left to their own designs they would kill off the butterfly bush buds before they flower, and kill the bush.

Elegant creatures, unselfconsciously so. I think they are growing versions of Kate’s assassin from last post.

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Another kind of assassin bug. Found wandering the butterfly bush, and Katie captured it like a pro.

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For the birthday girl … my love. … No two flowers are ever the same, and never the same again.

One may be brighter than the other, in a way of colour.

The other more fragrant, at times, in a way of shadows.

Each passing in their way, the other, at times.

To-ing and fro-ing, as elements of weather.

And behind, the sunshine shines.

Always, all ways …

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Happy Birthday Katie. :-)

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Skipper butterfly sitting on an old lemon still standing after a long winter, gone well past mouldy, and still serving the garden’s mobile inhabitants.

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I am lucky to find anything at all in the garden, it seems. There seems so little of the small life forms about these days. Life is retreating with significance.

So when one alights in accessible location it is prudent to take advantage. Don’t know when the next opportunity will come. Acknowledging the good.

Skip, for skipper, on an old lemon turned to something else.

The old lemon has served various forms of life through the winter, at first as food and then as shelter, now as a platform for what may pass this way or rest in the sun.

Now it is spring proper and in spite of the worldwide failure of insect populations some, not many at all, are still showing up in the garden for respite from the surrounding desert.

A sign of the times, some forms of life are retreating as other forms advance. A global phenomenon now. Which is which not so important as the effect of either on the other forms, to some forms.

And then there is the space it all happens in. That sense of space in which everything settles into perspective, or disappears into nothing, whatever it may be or represent.

Time to skip the bitters. And listen to the silence.

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It looked like the beginning of a storm, but it was just a wave.

Of butterflies … transformation writ small.

And no less significant.

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