Weekly Scribblings #78 "...take your muse into world of Micro-writing . As always, you can write poetry or prose. If choosing poetry, you can write a haiku, a senryĆ«, an American sentence, a tanka, or an elfchen." For one fleeting moment, I mistake the shadows in the hall for Death. ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
Wherever she likes. Mind you they don't seem to mind crawling over your hands as well...just checking as it were!
ReplyDeleteThey are quite unafraid for small little creatures, aren't they? Of course, predators have learned they release foul smells when in danger!
DeleteAwww., sad. (But great photo.)
ReplyDeleteI'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!
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
DeleteA covid time question. Where do We go from here
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Lisa
Muchđlove
I hope she will hibernate someplace comfy, while dreaming of spring leaves.
ReplyDeleteWell, she'll fly away home to her children, just like in the little ditty! This was fun.
ReplyDeleteShe is welcome to come live in my Autumn flowers .... after the snows come, she better have relocated. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteIf I'd known my kalettes were thick with aphids I'd have moved her there!
DeleteI love ladybugs! :D She can hang out with me.
ReplyDeleteSo do I. I try to find as many kinds each year as possible. This one is a seven spotted ladybug.
DeleteI think she will be mistaken for a bead that someone strings on a necklace.
ReplyDeleteLove this!
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