lest the raindrops
rise up (oops) come down and smite thee
A SEVERE SMITE
… indeed, if the raindrops seem bigger than cannon balls.
I was galloping through the intermittent showers (early autumn) (too early, this year) in Invercargill’s Queens Park looking for a tree (one the Management hadn’t yet savaged with chainsaws) and taking a shortcut through the roses happened upon a fly perched disconsolately on a budding bunch of petals.
—wary little bugger, I backed off when he twitched. You never know with flies … anyway the rains hadn’t arrived yet.
And after the harbingers of soggy doom started splattering the innocent, the quick, the dead, and me alike, I paused passing the Eroticas (gorgeous scent) and saw this guy peeping out of a not-Erotica; obviously hunkered down and well prepared to ride out the coming squall:
—I think he was a bee. In which case he would be a she, no? She bee or not she bee, that is the question … anyway, when I first approached the flower with a view to getting a blooming shot closeup all I saw was that huge pair of eyes peering back; and as my lens went in so she crawled out. I got the shot then let her bee, just hoping that her wee refuge wouldn’t fill up on her.
YOU THINK I EXAGGERATE?
Herewith below be a shot of a once-was-tree. All well and good, and very sometimes you may see kids climbing on it, and even more rarely unwary tourists sitting at it—
—and afterwards ruefully brushing each other down. Dumb buggers …
To the right, the path that once wound through a gorgeous avenue of trees. Further to the right and out of sight (beyond the survivors) lies the golfing course, all well and good; and now to our left a new path put in so that people could access these lovely works of art/wooden sculptures. Take a look along the line of
mosntrosi artworks; all of that was once lovely mature woodland …
ol’ Argie is not (r) NOT a progressive wiv-it thinker.
MEMO to self: stop resisting/regretting change, ya dum’ mutt. Go with the flow— trees stink, think savannah!
Or better, think desert … and change all those flies and bees for scorpions, no doubt? Brrrr.
SAWDUSTEM AD ASTRA