Nurture your Nature

Ants

Ants
3.julio.2019

I spoke to my mother around noon; I spoke to my aunt last week.

Neither are black ants.

I walked to the local liquor store today. Officially they are a grocery store, but they have more beer and wine for sale than most anywhere in town.

I try to buy what's on sale. I've been going for years. I just have to be patient. Today, it was cottage cheese. So I bought two.

On the way back I decided to slow down and take notes:

Ants in the sidewalk cracks. A man was cutting the grass edges, disturbing the soil. Throwing clumps of sod on the sidewalk. Were the ants disturbed or merely going about their business? I didn't stop to ask.

Peaceful after two days of thundering rain. Pale blue skies beguiling us before the storms return tomorrow.

I saw weeds eking out a living along a fence line. They are about to flower. The two-legged residents don't seem to be troubled. One can almost hear their lament "look away, look away".

Daylilies brighten up a corner where the shade isn't too deep. Sugar maples don't share the sun. They are greedy.

The deep grooves of the maple bark harbor nothing.

On the way through the alley, a short cut past a tree with bright red cherries. Not quite ripe but I eat two.

Grey-headed and black-bibbed the sparrow chirps in the clover. Is it as lonely as I am?

The late evening sun brightens the north sides of buildings. The days will be shortening soon.

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