This week, I’ve been noticing little things.
Like aphids and their different colours and sizes and which leaves they like best. And the different stages of a ladybug’s life from egg to larvae through to a flying adult. And the tiny eggs of the green lacewings dangling like balloons beginning to shake as a life form pushes through. And a new leaf budding and unfurling from my begonia that I seem to have been trying to kill for as long as I’ve had it. And the three grapevines returning to life from their dormant brown sticks as they prepare to do the hard lifting to shade the house from the hot north. And how quickly the tiny strawberries grow and ripen on one of my plants, and not the others, and how lovely they are to pick and pop into my mouth as I stroll through my garden (‘stroll’ is an overstatement for my pocket sized garden). And how snails love my cream brick wall as they climb it to nowhere.
The aphids are back, or more to the point, they have not left. They hid. Under the lea…
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