Nature's Place

Mother Love

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A bit of luck, a surviving crab spider in the garden. And another much smaller one, possibly offspring, possibly a mate, possibly … Staking out a nearby flower, stalking, hunting, hungry.

It’s not uncommon to find the offspring of any creature living near its mother and birthplace, though it’s probably ‘every creature for itself’ after a certain age, the age of leaving the protective embrace of mother’s love.

Mother also has another love, or lover. Him, that helps make the babies for mother to love, and leave. The mother of spiders is often much bigger than the father. Obviously, she has the bigger job to do. He not so much, often just coming and going.

So, not being an expert on spider matters, the story is open to make it up as we go. What spider may be. Free of the encumbrance of past designs.

Love of another kind, letting go the way we were, to fit to a pattern we no longer weave.

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Those Magnificent Flies …

Flies are all that’s about in the garden lately.

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A new garden, with widespread danger for little ones.

Clearly these are tough little flies. Magnificently shaped to fit this garden.

Long may they reign. For if these guys succumb to the love being sprayed about there’ll be nothing left to shoot.

New location, old contacts.

In the new, looking at the old. What works.

It’s a practical existence after all, requiring practical thinking.

No room to get emotional, about flies, or any other living and loving thing.

And who says things don’t love. Love is in being in existence, love is being in existence.

All things love being in existence, or they wouldn’t be. It’s love that attracts things to being.

In existence. Love is existence attracting things to be. So it’s all love, existence, being and things.

I reckon … It’s not meant to make sense. Today. :-)

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Sweet Thing …

Hello sweet thing …

A native bee regurgitates nectar, what it has ingested.

Nothing unusual, for a bee, another part of the whole.

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Balancing Act

Spider Time

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Time for the huntsman, after the rains. When all alive come to the surface for survival. Spider takes advantage, on the passion-fruit.

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Compendium

Fruit fly mating on the pawpaw tree leaf stem.

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There is no privacy in the macro world, always someone peeping it seems.

Some kind of cockroach I think. Sleek, designed for getting under and between.

And functionally handsome … in a way, the way of seeing, and not thinking.

Blue Tongue Lizard nibbling on breakfast banana throwaways in the garden. Moving house I moved its house and now it’s homeless, at least moved on. For now, it’s all now, not then …

Hmmm, can’t remember. Some kind of bug drinking from the juice of a hibiscus flower bud.

Butterfly at rest. These ones come from the caterpillars that love the native crocus.

At rest again … Needs rest.

Time for a little rest, or little time for rest. Which is it …

Neither, it is what it is. I am what I am.

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Harlequin Hiker

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They came home on my back from the remnant rainforest at Eprapah, and stayed.

That was years ago and there’s plenty of space for them in the garden.

Beautiful little things, to look at. The colours, the form.

Thinking about them … I don’t do that.

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Somewhere To Live …

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… looking for.

Not these guys. They live where they land, where they fly, wherever they happen to be.

That’s life living in nature, not a care in the world. And such a dangerous place too.

And so much survives long enough it all goes on, and on. For now.

For now. Because things are changing, nature is changing …

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The Dead Of Night

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Not so dead at all, as you can see. The darkness of night does suggest a kind of death, if only by what can’t be seen.

But what can’t be seen is not here now, and the darkness of night is filled with life, of another sense than the light of day.

It’s just a matter of looking with a view to seeing, what is …

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