Friday
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10/21/03
Less Is More. Sometimes.
If you think about it, and I don’t suppose you have, have you… there’s probably no end to the variety of seasonal natural wonders all around us. If you live in California you have the return of the Capistrano Swallows in spring to look forward to. If you’re in the Pacific Northwest, the salmon do their wiggly-sparkly thing upstream in the fall. Well, here in southern NY we have the return of the majestic ladybug.
All right, it’s not exactly a cloud of Monarch butterflies on its way to Mexico, but it’s pretty much what we got… as it were. Each October, we’ll get a beautiful day, sunny and breezy and in the seventies, just like this one. Then, around one or two in the afternoon, when the sun is shining on the front of the house, I’ll see one out of the corner of my eye. A small, perfect, lady bug. And then another. And then I realize there are scores of them, flying all around the front of the house, having one last ladybug fling for the year.
Not a big deal, really, but just one of those smaller, quieter pleasures that nature seems to save for just the right moment. Oh yeah, and the boys think it’s the best thing too; here’s one they rescued from a spider.
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10/21/03
Less Is More. Sometimes.
If you think about it, and I don’t suppose you have, have you… there’s probably no end to the variety of seasonal natural wonders all around us. If you live in California you have the return of the Capistrano Swallows in spring to look forward to. If you’re in the Pacific Northwest, the salmon do their wiggly-sparkly thing upstream in the fall. Well, here in southern NY we have the return of the majestic ladybug.
All right, it’s not exactly a cloud of Monarch butterflies on its way to Mexico, but it’s pretty much what we got… as it were. Each October, we’ll get a beautiful day, sunny and breezy and in the seventies, just like this one. Then, around one or two in the afternoon, when the sun is shining on the front of the house, I’ll see one out of the corner of my eye. A small, perfect, lady bug. And then another. And then I realize there are scores of them, flying all around the front of the house, having one last ladybug fling for the year.
Not a big deal, really, but just one of those smaller, quieter pleasures that nature seems to save for just the right moment. Oh yeah, and the boys think it’s the best thing too; here’s one they rescued from a spider.
