Fly Away Home

The ladybug rests.

Season’s last calendula.

Where will she go now?
 

©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 Writers' Pantry #43 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

 
 
 

 

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  1. Wherever she likes. Mind you they don't seem to mind crawling over your hands as well...just checking as it were!

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    1. They are quite unafraid for small little creatures, aren't they? Of course, predators have learned they release foul smells when in danger!

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    1. I'd call it poetic license, since they hibernate when it gets too cold. That's why you can buy bags of them in the spring, and the stores have them in a refrigerator!

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  3. I love the melancholy of this piece and how well it captures that between time of weather where we try to hold on to as much warmth as possible before the cold is impossible to deny.

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    1. The bees are having a problem too. I see more and more caught out as it gets cold in the evening. They cuddle down near the middle of flowers, the nectar sources are actually warmer. They can't fly when it's cold.

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  4. A covid time question. Where do We go from here
    Happy Sunday Lisa

    Much💛love

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  5. I hope she will hibernate someplace comfy, while dreaming of spring leaves.

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  6. Well, she'll fly away home to her children, just like in the little ditty! This was fun.

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  7. She is welcome to come live in my Autumn flowers .... after the snows come, she better have relocated. Cheers.

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    1. If I'd known my kalettes were thick with aphids I'd have moved her there!

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  8. I love ladybugs! :D She can hang out with me.

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    1. So do I. I try to find as many kinds each year as possible. This one is a seven spotted ladybug.

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  9. I think she will be mistaken for a bead that someone strings on a necklace.

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