While talking to #2 Daughter this morning, on the phone, in the sun, on the back porch, "You should see what I see on Mom's Clematis..."
So I picked them, one by one. I put them in my left hand. The sun warm upon my back I notice, these little buggers are nocturnal. They chew all night long.
They wake up in my palm. Actually, it feels kind of cute to have them crawling around on my hand. Is there a poem here? Who are these guys?
They do, fairly quickly, get squirmy and decide to flee. They pile upon one another. They do not click, or whistle, that I can hear at any rate. They move faster than one might expect.
Look at all the beautiful spirals. So perfect. You know, this is the same spiral found in the Sunflower, in sea shells, in my thinking, doing, wondering.
So, I took them out to the front yard, and put them into the Periwinkle. They won't hurt anything there.
Blessings, Little Spirals.