Fly away home …

This afternoon

when the sun came out , the air was improbable with ladybirds. Everywhere I looked there were ladybirds landing fatly on the walls of the house, on the chairs, on my trousers. Before I can get close they disappeared slipping and into cracks , easing their fat ways in between the door frame and the door – all looking for somewhere to spend the winter where they will be warm and safe.

I will find them all winter long and in the spring they will emerge from the safe cracks and if they’re lucky will be liberated to start the spring. If they’re unlucky they die of exhaustion and get swept up in the winter.

Out in the countryside the farmers are harvesting the maize and the noise is tremendous. Fuming about man-made disruption, I walked into the forest and acorns rained down all around me from the oak trees. It sounded like hail and I was glad of my hat as they pinged around me and clattered down heavily from the branches overhead.

In the countryside the farmers were harvesting maize with a roar of machinery that sent me into the forest in search of peace. Acorns were raining down as loud as hail: ricocheting off branches and trunks and I was grateful for my bike hat as the acorns whizzed passed my ears.

When I was out of the woods there was a new noise as a great flock of migrating pigeons made a cloud of sound over my head. Their wings pushed stockily against the breaking clouds and I could hear the very rattle of their feathers .

They are off to find a place to feed and fatten away from the coming winter , just like the ladybirds.

I took my cue and turned home to light the fire in the stove which always makes me feel as safe and as snug as a bug in a rug!

Ladybird ladybird fly away home ….

14 thoughts on “Fly away home …

  1. peterfrankiswrites says:

    Lovely evocative piece Cathy. I was admiring the first blooms on my very pedestrian roses yesterday – and bleching at the aphids already crowding in. But stay my sprayer bottle, there was a valiant ladybird – little napkin tucked into her red jacket, cutlery at hand – heading up the stem to the dining car.

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  2. janesmudgeegarden says:

    Such wonderful imagery! I am almost there with you. I have a lot of ladybirds too, as my roses are covered with aphids and I have almost permanently green-stained fingers. I didn’t know that ladybirds hibernate, so I learnt something new as well.

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