Faith in humanity and a duck

Ducklings by a lake
Photo credit: Petr Kratochvil via freestockphotos.biz

Sometimes it’s easy to lose your faith in humanity. People shoot each other, call each other names, mistreat animals, and ignore each other. For a social animal, we’re not always very sociable. (Not that I want to spend more time with people. I’m content being sociable on my own.)

Other times, a person will do something unexpectedly nice.

A while back, I was driving in the South Island (of New Zealand, not that there are any other South Islands). I passed through a township, following the main road, and drove out into the hundred zone.

I was getting up to speed when the car ahead braked suddenly and stopped dead in the middle of the road.

Unsure why it had stopped, I braked too. I pulled up behind it and waited. And waited.

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Unkempt lawn or mysterious jungle?

Child and a puppy in a garden
This is not a picture of me. I’m not a dog.

When I was a kid, my parents lived near a lovely couple with a large garden who rarely (possibly never) mowed their lawn. The result was a sprawling jungle of knee- or possibly thigh-high grass stalks, intermingled with daisies, dandelions, dock, clover, and ubiquitous bees.

In other words, paradise.

A bunch of neighbourhood children used to play there, and it never occurred to us that not everyone was equally delighted by the unmown lawn.

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Ode to tiny flowers

Tiny flowers, especially ones growing all on their own, don’t get nearly as much credit as they deserve. Everyone talks about big flowers like roses and daffodils and lilies, but hardly anyone talks about daisies and… See, I don’t even know the names of other tiny flowers.

Someone should do something about that, so today I’m devoting a whole post to tiny flowers.

I walked outside with my camera to see what tiny flowers I could find. Once you start looking for them it’s amazing how many you see. They grow in the cracks in the pavement, in a fields full of hard stalks of grass, and in wasteland that used to be something and now isn’t.

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