Nature's Place

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There’s a sedative bush in the garden that these little creatures just love to death.

Everytime this bush produces leaves these creatures love it to death.

And then it rises from the ashes again and they love it to death again.

This has been going on for years – love, death, love, death, love, death.

It could be that one always leads to the other and neither is what it seems.

Love, death, love, death, love, death …

Life, love, death …

Love, death, life …

Death, life, love …

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A flower provides nourishment in a beautiful form. … Beautiful to me.

The forms so nourished are many and varied, they come and they go. … Not least me.

In spite of their size their value is immeasurable and often untold. … But no, that’s not me.

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Everything is of value to something else.

It’s just a matter of perspective.

The bigger picture reveals.

And so we travel.

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Lynx spider on the butterfly bush, not a care in the world as the giant cast his shadow.

Birds and other flying predators come and go hereabouts but Mr Lynx was oblivious.

Such a common natural boldness, a fearlessness of exposure to the higher elements.

Unknowingly perhaps … some people display such un-self-conscious courage.

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She came out of the jungle of the exercise room and straight into the desert of the concrete slab.

Couldn’t get a picture of it while it was moving but a little moisture lured it to a stop for long enough.

There it supped a while, could have been a long time since it had any water, albeit second hand.

Water has always been somewhere else, in the clouds, the garden, the sea, drunk and evaporated, or spit.

It’s all water in the end … and the beginning. To an earwig. Or not …

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