Looking through recent photos, it occurs to me that when I take pictures of bees they almost invariably end up as rear views.
This doesn’t seem to make much sense: surely it’s unwise to creep up on a creature whose defence mechanism is probably automatic and very much located in its rear end.
Continue reading “fancy pants”
Today is bright and breezy, a good drying day, if only I had a garden to hang the washing in. I don’t, though, so perhaps I won’t bother with such domestic pursuits, and the ironing board can continue in its packaging while I go out and enjoy the sunshine.
Continue reading “domesticity”
For no particular reason, the rosebay willow herb is one of my favourite summer flowers. The name is one I remember learning as a child, along with so many other pink and purple blooms: meadow crane’s-bill, mallow, cosmos, buddleia…
I haven’t spent much time in the UK over the last 20 years and I am struck now by the willow herb spires lining the river banks and towering above the long grasses in the fields and meadows.
There seems to be something very aspirational – and inspirational – about how they point to the blue sky: I get the impression they are telling me there is no limit to the possibilities.
A closer look reveals a host of insects busy among the flowers: a reminder that without hard work ambition may count for nothing.
In fact, not just a case, but a whole lot of baggage.
Continue reading “case closed”
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I don’t know what algorithm WordPress uses to choose these stories, but the connections are sometimes tenuous at best. As the image shows, another website I visited recently seemed to have all the bases covered:
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