Numerous creatures dropped into my bowl as I was harvesting black currants very last evening.
1st a leaping spider.
Then, soon right after, this bumble bee.
Later on, a yellow fuzzy caterpillar insisted on inching towards my hand even as I pulled absent, repeatedly. Trying to operate all around them.
You’ve bought to be conscious of where by you reach and seize.
This is what my backyard garden is like, particularly at the top of summer time.
Alive.
A multi-staying organism. An orchestra of tiny creatures.
This is their home. I’m just a day customer, additional or significantly less.
