Essay in white.
Most of my tomatoes have gone for compost such as been the cold weather with which the summer started. But amazing among the dahlias a tomato plant self-seeded from last year sprouts healthily. No sign of flowers yet let alone fruit. But perhaps with the warm weather of the last few days the plant which grew by chance will show the others up.
Always tempted to identify human attitudes, motives and emotions with other creatures in the animal kingdom, and for the most part rejecting the temptation, I can't help thinking of the idea of freedom, when I watch a butterfly escape from the anti-pigeon netting stretched over the broccoli. Uncharacteristically it flies off almost in a straight line. . Phew. That was an narrow escape. Won't go back there again in a hurry.
3 comments:
Your flower portraits are so lush and intimate, Joe, and beautiful. I am taken, especially, with the ones against the backdrop of skyscapes.
It is interesting that butterflies and moths can fly in a straight line when they need or choose to.
Thanks dear Crow. I find it rewarding to look closely at most things
L This butterfly flew only relatively straight. But it was clearly not pottering along as usual. Remember Robert Graves:
"The butterfly a cabbage white
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never, now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight..."
Lucy has quoted this poem I think on this blog some years ago.
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