Our economy is really in a bad place. Trading for food might be the way to go. Now I need to go photograph a cow.
Actually I will most likely end the day crawling around the garden trying at macro photography again. I seem to have encouraged myself with a minor success. I was afraid that might happen. Not only am I rubbish at macro but I don’t even enjoy the process.
When I planted my new plant in its old pot, yesterday - sounds a contradiction in terms, but it was a new plant and the pot was an old one - I had to drag it (the pot) over a row of little rocks that I placed there decades ago to form a defensive border against the grass. (I can't
lift anything relatively heavy anymore due to health issues, so women and thresholds need have no fear.)
Anyway, as I was doing that, I thought I'd disturbed a baby lizard as somethng scurried at great speed away from the rocks and up the wall. But nope, it was one of those large wolf spiders we get in the countryside. I hate those things. Once, I used to kill them on sight because they have a nasty habit of dozing on the shutters, and when you open those, the critters just move to the opposite side to you, and you then have no idea where they are anymore since one shutter blade looks much as its neighbour, above or below. My solution, in recent years, is not to harm them if I can avoid it, but to go for one of those stiff grass brooms that look flat from the side, and are quite rigid. After a few blocking manouevres, the spiders seem to think it's a game, and eventually climb up onto the broom, at which stage I quickly transport them to the end of the terrace and with a sharp flick, send them sailing away onto a hedge. It's a critical move: time or power it incorrectly, and the entire creature coud just sail straight up into the air and out of sight, only to come crashing down onto one's head. As there's little hair - on the head - it could be quite a stunning experience for both spider and myself. Actually, more hair would make it even worse for me.
Have a nice day.
