Nature's Place

Candy Colour

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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 …

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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Shout Out …

For a small service to my love Katie.

… to Julie at Global Grey Books who works mostly for pennies providing eBooks for mostly free download – plus the occasional donation, and if anyone wants a neat little package she also provides Collections at very little cost.

Check it out if you are into books.

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… and to Leanne at Botanical Eyes for her wonderful artwork of one of my Blue banded Bee shots she represents in her own unique way.

A beautiful rendering of a wonderful native Australian bee. I have a couple that arrived this morning, so no exaggeration.

Check it out, Leanne does wonderful work.

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I once swore I would never use this blog to promote anything but clarity or peace of mind through the sense and wonder of nature and meditation, but rules must be broken if we are to be free of the prisons we build for ourselves.

So go ahead, check out the links above if you’re interested in a couple of people who have lightly touched my life recently.

Or not … :-)

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Bold As Brass

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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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Desert Nomad

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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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Assassin? …

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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Birthday Girl …

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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Skip The Lemon

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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Garden Angel

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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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