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neverspent) wrote2010-05-29 08:52 pm
neverspent) wrote2010-05-29 08:52 pm
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May 29: Three from a walk in the woods
Early summer. Everything around the farm seems densely, pungently alive. If you tried to stop things from growing, you couldn't. They would just lurch back, thicker than ever. It's lovely with the flowers and hayfields, vegetable gardens, herds, flocks and young trees, but you can't have some without all. We also have more black ants and houseflies than we've ever seen. They're everywhere.
I walked the dogs in the evening and came across some brilliant things in the woods. In a low spot where a small stream crosses the road after rains, among a jungle of honeysuckle, blackberry brambles and wild strawberry runners, a wild rose bush was growing.
Then there was a gorgeous moth on the road. (A Giant Leopard Moth, I believe.) I think it might have found its final resting place, but I didn't disturb it in case it was just having a quick nip.
And best of all, a teeny tiny toad. I love toads. They eat lots of insects and hop harmlessly across your path in the evening. I think of them as a good omen. And when they're little, like this guy with grains of white sand on his nose, they're awfully cute.
I walked the dogs in the evening and came across some brilliant things in the woods. In a low spot where a small stream crosses the road after rains, among a jungle of honeysuckle, blackberry brambles and wild strawberry runners, a wild rose bush was growing.
Then there was a gorgeous moth on the road. (A Giant Leopard Moth, I believe.) I think it might have found its final resting place, but I didn't disturb it in case it was just having a quick nip.
And best of all, a teeny tiny toad. I love toads. They eat lots of insects and hop harmlessly across your path in the evening. I think of them as a good omen. And when they're little, like this guy with grains of white sand on his nose, they're awfully cute.