#253 theoldmortuary ponders

Last nights sunset was a warning, away from the actual sunset the skies were sulphurous. If it had been wintertime the skies would have been warning that snow was imminent. Overnight there was a lot of rainfall, the yard this morning was bejewelled by raindrops.

Apologies for using the same poppy as yesterday but nobody else has bloomed yet.

The Agapanthus is really holding off from blooming fully but the raindrop jewels are very pretty.

Not so great, from the overnight deluge are the slugs and snails, a mini city of slime and activity is happening in the yard, all at a very slow pace. It amazes me how much destruction such slow creatures can manage without any sense of rush or hurry. I never catch them rushing to destruction, they just travel to their destinations of gluttony with a casual slide. If only they were cuddlier or prettier they would be quite relaxing to watch but that is not something I have ever seen advocated for lowering of stress or tension. Quite the reverse really, somehow these slow moving creatures make me slightly uncomfortable without any logical reason. I don’t photograph them either, not even for the benefit of this blog. So here is a slug free sunrise.

Pandemic Pondering #250

A cobweb as a metaphor. Planning in a Pandemic has been unbelievably strange. Things that we thought were certain in March 2020 have proved to be not so certain at all and yet in November unplanned things have become certainties.

This jewel encrusted spiders web made me think of the randomness of planning at the moment. Without this web each of these droplets would have splashed on the ground and amounted to nothing but by being caught in the web they exist as beautiful crystal jewels.

If raindrops are plans in 2020 then only the ones that are caught firmly but randomly by the fragility of our situation will survive long enough to come to fruition. I’ve given up trying to predict which ones will fail and which will move on from plans to achievements. Conversely some things seem to succeed without any plans. It’s baffling and uplifting all at the same time and it makes me very grateful for the real world versions of cobwebs. Strength in fragility.