Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Flying ants, swinging lavender, stopped clocks

The early evening air is full of flying ants. The sunlight catches their wings so that at first the ants, in their uneven flight, resemble thistle down.

A single stem of lavender swings in the still evening air as though it is moved by the wind. A bee has just left it for another.

From my Dictionary of Common and Uncommon Sense: Even when they have stopped clocks are right twice every 24 hours. But not for long.

1 comment:

Clare said...

I saw the ants on Monday evening when I was walking back from picking up my computer. I nearly 3BT'd them, but then forgot the next day... I love the way their wings shine; and I was thinking of the feastings of creatures that eat flying ants.