28/100 Time

Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.  ~ Ivan Turgenev

a Weinbergschnecke crossing my path

27/100 - Name, please

Today while walking in a wooded area, I came across this insect. I asked my husband if he knew what it was called in German, but he didn't. He'd never seen one of these before. I would look it up in the online translator but, unfortunately, I've also never seen one before and have no idea what it is called in English.

I looks like some sort of fly but is much larger than a house fly, about the size of a bumble bee. It was calm, just sitting there, and didn't bother us at all. We passed a few others along the way who were also sitting on these white flowers/weeds that grew along the side of the path. I wish I'd seen one of them fly.

If you have any idea what the name of this is, please let me know. I'm curious.

Thanks!

26/100 - Blue Spheres

Every year I look forward to the blossoming of these beautiful, blue flowers.

25/100 - a place to escape

For Paula

This used to be my place, my little escape when I needed a pick me up. Alone, just me and my thoughts. Then I shared it with you, this wonderful garden by the old oil mill with hundreds of bees busily buzzing from one big blue globe flower to the next, pollinating. Now when I come here, I still reflect, find peace, but I am never alone. You are here in spirit, and I think of you, my friend, so far away, and hope that you are peaceful and happy at that moment, too.

24/100 - One More Day

One More Day

summer along the train tracks in Michelau

Though she wasn't five anymore, she couldn't resist. He was 18 and going off to college to study medicine while she had two more years of school. He promised to come home as often as possible, to call, write, but he was always the one with dreamer eyes, the one to see ideals instead of the way things really were. She'd always been a realist, calculating the odds and never expecting more than life could deliver. But when she saw those puffs of dried thistle, a long row of them, it reminded her of how she and Daddy would pull them and set them free into the wind, making silly wishes. So there she sat near the old train tracks, pulling each and every last seed and blowing it away, whispering let him love me one more day...and another day...and another day...and another... until the sun set.  She figured that would give her another year, maybe two. By then she'd be off to college herself, either finding her way closer to him or drifting in another direction, searching for a new place to grow. 

23/100 Days of Summer - Intrusion

Forgive me. I didn't mean to intrude. From the corner of my eye, a spot of red caught my attention. Leaning in for a closer look, I found you there. I couldn't help but take your picture. It was your beauty, not the act, that made me capture you on film. So many tiny creatures go unnoticed every day, but you are also wonderful, just like the birds that sing, the butterflies that float about the fields, the bees that make honey. You, too, have a purpose in nature's grand scheme. And you, too, must ensure that your kind lives on.

 

Okay, perhaps that's not what they are doing but it sure looks that way.

Does anybody know what type of bugs they are?

22/Guess what it is

 

Do you know what it is?