Nature's Place

I haven’t seen this flower before, in 12 years walking in the woods. … To refresh and renew.

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Couldn’t help but notice this other form of life, a spent floret perhaps, or another plants seed. … Looked like a tiny spider before I got the lens on it.

And along came the honey bee, busy bee, non stop forager. She didn’t see me so I had a free hand, to capture an image of a fast moving creature.

I got more than one go, as we do in most things, and trust the results are good enough for now. Good enough, for now.

We, Katie and I, have a favourite place in the woods for meditation practise every second Sunday – that’s the rule, and we renew it as necessary.

So far we have not met many people there as it’s one of those rare places few know about.

It’s a lovely place with a few large old dams that were once private property, now in public ownership.

On the way back today I came across a flower I hadn’t seen before and took a few pictures.

As I was bent over framing the shot a honey bee came along, buzzing flower after flower.

She didn’t notice me, being part of the background, to a bee, so I took the opportunity.

Gotta take the opportunity, or it passes …

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Welcome to my domain.

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If you mean no harm, or are food.

I’ll wait here patiently, til the flowers die.

Holding on, if only by a thread, it seems.

Food, to a spider … not a lot about these cold winter days.

Mother has gone missing in action, life moves on.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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