Thin brush-strokes of delicate ivory lace lie streaked and scattered across a pale, almost turquoise, fine porcelain bowl, seeming to gather around the new rising sun in silent adoration - even though the same sun will, when a little higher, be their nemesis... The air is almost completely still here below, only a few leaves tremble as if in shock at the close call theyve just witnessed - Fran and I had to go out into the garden on a rescue mission a little earlier - our little family of ninja assassin cats had caught a fledgling thrush which, while seeming to be unharmed, was sitting frozen in fear at being surrounded by all three of them - we managed to shoo the cats off, and having done so, got the little mite to fly up into the bushes, and thence away, calling sweetly, if tremulously, to his parents, one of which flew across to scold and exclaim before escorting the unharmed, if hopefully wiser, youth to some place of refuge... Drama from dawn to dusk, eh! But the day carries on regardless - as it will - the lace scraps have slid off the horizon, to be replaced by new patterns, as a cool fresh breeze starts up here below, as if to blow away the trauma and shock, replacing it with the tranquility of the day, as the bees carry on with their never ending work, oblivious to the drama that has unfolded in front of them... ay oop, lads and lasses - another gorgeous day! :¬}
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 06:18:24 +0000
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