Today has been another wonderful day in California. The dragonflies have been very busy, and I notice that some very smart, stripey dragonflies have arrived. They have the same colour scheme as a wasp, but there's more surface area available for the pattern, so they wear it better - sorry wasps.
I have to agree that tigers have even more surface area, but they also have big claws and sharp teeth. Dragonflies don't sting, don't have claws or teeth , so are my most favourite black and yellow stripey things. I like their wings too. They are very busy wings, making complicated figures of eight (reminding me of my dancing hippy).
While sitting in the sun this afternoon, listening to strumming guitars and mandolin, feeling that 'being brave' is a very OK thing to be, I wondered why it is that we humans get bothered all the time by mosquitoes, flies, wasps and so on. Why can't the good insects be the ones we have landing on us? Why can't we be 'bothered' instead by butterflies?
Listening to the music, and having my thoughts on things entomological, I noticed that there was a hammock swinging gently between two trees. It looked lava like, and I started to imagine the human in it was pupating. A little later he swang too hard and fell out, which is the way of hammocks. They look like fun, and the most relaxing thing ever, but getting in is tricky and when they are bored with you, you are unceremoniously ejected.
The musicians were kindly doing requests. I get a thrill from hearing 'Hotel California' while IN CALIFORNIA, so it was played for me. Then they played, 'Streets of London', which also felt rather thrilling.
Earlier in the day, we had been for a walk and I had a second opinion on the mountain lion poo, which was now spewing its secrets across the path. Feathers. Bit of a give-away. It was generally agreed that a mountain lion probably was the culprit.
I have to agree that tigers have even more surface area, but they also have big claws and sharp teeth. Dragonflies don't sting, don't have claws or teeth , so are my most favourite black and yellow stripey things. I like their wings too. They are very busy wings, making complicated figures of eight (reminding me of my dancing hippy).
While sitting in the sun this afternoon, listening to strumming guitars and mandolin, feeling that 'being brave' is a very OK thing to be, I wondered why it is that we humans get bothered all the time by mosquitoes, flies, wasps and so on. Why can't the good insects be the ones we have landing on us? Why can't we be 'bothered' instead by butterflies?
Listening to the music, and having my thoughts on things entomological, I noticed that there was a hammock swinging gently between two trees. It looked lava like, and I started to imagine the human in it was pupating. A little later he swang too hard and fell out, which is the way of hammocks. They look like fun, and the most relaxing thing ever, but getting in is tricky and when they are bored with you, you are unceremoniously ejected.
The musicians were kindly doing requests. I get a thrill from hearing 'Hotel California' while IN CALIFORNIA, so it was played for me. Then they played, 'Streets of London', which also felt rather thrilling.
Earlier in the day, we had been for a walk and I had a second opinion on the mountain lion poo, which was now spewing its secrets across the path. Feathers. Bit of a give-away. It was generally agreed that a mountain lion probably was the culprit.
Can't you play 'Eye of the Tiger'?
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I read your blog from time to time (when I remember that I have a blogger account!), and I'm always enchanted by what you write and how you write it.
It sounds like you're having a really special time in California - please let's see the pictures of the raccoons!
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