“Where?” I ask, holding my breath and my macro lens in anticipation of something wonderful.
He points to something among the tomato leaves. I see a fine wisp of silk gently swaying but nothing else.
”I can’t see anything,” I repeat, moving carefully closer and raising the lens just in case.
“Just below my finger here,” he places his finger slightly closer with a careful instruction as to what leaf I should be looking at. “She has a yellow marking,” he adds.
With each of our movements she scrambles protectively and I up my stealth meter.
“Ah! I see her now,” I whisper, relieved and excited by yet another miraculous minuscule inhabitant in my little garden. Snap. I take a photo, just in case she disappears into miniature oblivion before I can manage a better shot.
She does have yellow markings! If I can just get close enough without alarming her spidey senses….
Yes! She will pose for the crazy camera lady. Her mother must have warned her of the perils in living here.
’You must be brave,’ she advised, ‘and always look your finest. This could be your chance to shine before all the world and to change the hearts of humans towards our kind. I shall always be with you, little one,” the mother’s voice faded into the blue as her tiny creation floated away on the silken strand of separation.
“Now, I must be inconspicuous,” the tiny one reminded herself. “Just blend in and be singularly magnificent.” She took a deep breath and began weaving….
This touching scene from one of my favorite children’s books put to film says it all…
Today’s prompt was the word where.
Use it to begin the post and for bonus points end the post with it as well. Visit Linda’s blog for more great prompts and the chance to meet some amazing bloggers.
If you’re thirsty, hop over to the bar today and chack out Dan’s world. His recent project is turning out quite nicely!
To share the least of what is rare and purely treasured-
in such simple holy gifts is true love measured.
What passes in the mundane way of living
is the grandest form of unabashed giving,
like shiny pearls are strung and flung
as music lilting from the tongue
of Mother Nature-love is sung,
the Symphony of Life!
That, my friends, is a Bubba bird. He brings only the choicest berries to his mate and not just one but a mouthful! How do I know? I happen to be lucky enough to be cared for by the original Bubba Bird.
The truest love is not defined by the grand gestures of poets and kings, but rather rises in the heart and soul of selfless giving.
