I went exploring and got in the car.
We’ve been on the front porch looking at things.
Pretty Cats, Pretty Cats, what did you see?
We saw a black cat — what a beauty was he!
Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat, what did you dream?
I dreamed of adventure …
I dreamed of cooked meat …
(I dreamed that I sat
in the Driver’s Seat!)
or hide in the grass.
I’ll sit in a flow’r pot
Waiting for you to pass
(and pet me!)
(under the flowers)
I’ll drink from the pond
left after the showers.
Use a pot for my pillow
So … Pretty Cat, Pretty Cat,
:~D (Hint, hint)
While hiking on the mountain one fall day, I kept noticing how many faces were formed in the beautiful, colorful leaves. So many reminded me of the faces crafters put on ghosts and pumpkins — all sorts of Fall decor. So I’ve developed a theory (that I suspect will never be proved or disproved). I think that people long ago got their inspiration for fall faces from their natural surroundings.
I submit to you my evidence:
Now? Do you see them now?
What about now?
So … there you have it. Anything remind you of crafty faces in the 21st century? They’re just about everywhere out there in my world!
Not to worry, I was sure there were plenty of other things to train my lens on. I was right, but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.
Time for closer inspection.
My work done there, I turned my attention to a nearby flower.
THEN I saw her.
And I noticed movement on her lumpy part. BABIES! A plethora of BABIES were crawling around on their Mama. BABIES who would GROW UP! In the grass! IN my hometown!!!
A passing dragonfly (perhaps a damsel, I don’t know.) caught my attention, and I turned to fire off a few shots at it.
When I turned back, she was GONE!
I turned away once more and she was GONE.
I took my sandal-shod feet to a spot about a yard away to continue my photo shoot.
I never did get to shoot the butterflies. They reappeared as I was getting in my car to leave. And I saw one at each of the 3 traffic lights on the way home. :~p
And the Mama Arachnid? Wolf Spider. She doesn’t look quite like the one that’s most prevalent in this area, but she’s a wolf spider for sure. In the grass. IN my hometown!
I bought a Buttonbush at a native plant sale. Didn’t know where to plant it, so I potted it beside the porch steps. The blooms weren’t especially showy, but they attracted several really cool, very small, critters for me to take pictures of. Thus, I learned to check it out every time I ascended or descended the steps. A fading bloom of this bush provides the setting for this Tale.
I did the school drop and checked the bush when I got home.
Getting ready to leave again, I checked on the moth once more.
I went down to ground level to investigate.