A SUNNY AUGUST DAY
I have just been confounded by nature on so many counts. I have been commenting on bumblebees not being seen in any quantity over most of the month, and today two species. Not abundant, but present, and pleasantly surprised I was. Another flying busybody not seen all summer, the common wasp, just the one, a welcomed visitor, a gardeners friend, many a plant it inadvertently defends in search of sustenance. Like insatiable caterpillars, and aphid or two, a job well done I’m telling you. A dragonfly, another hungry invertebrate diner. Then beautiful flitter, flutter, butterflies, green veined, large and small cabbage white, small tortoiseshell, speckled wood, the day for them very good. Hoverflies, or flower flies, depending on which side of the pond you're from, some beauts you will see, as you peruse my photography.
whatever time of year
Now for a blaze of colour, flowers, natures August glory. Indeed my horticultural favourites, what? Why did I not say passion? Well, you’ll see for indeed I had both the flower and the fruit, both preceded, yes, by how I feel passion. Beauty at my fingertips, a fuchsia, inverted, a view not often seen. So many colours, August has done itself proud, come visit if you crawl, fly, or slither, humans not allowed.
dusk… hark the frog croak
swallows fill the air
silent smooth newts
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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