When I opened my door this afternoon,
to temperatures which have returned to spring like,
I saw this.
Looking as if it had the measles, my door was humming with activity.
When I was a kid, I remember a rhyme,
"Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home.
Your house is on fire and your children will burn!"
I know, we learned odd things in childhood
but when you're a kid, it seems perfectly normal.
Seeing so many of them,
I was beginning to wonder if maybe OUR house was on fire.
They were literally everywhere!
(Yes Kim Ayres, I know.
Bad photographer didn't check angle,
thus added self and top of car to photo)
On the house and shutters.
The porch swing.
It was a virtual tornado of flying red giddiness.
I had them in my hair, on my shoulders, crawling up my legs...
even landing on the camera.
After I finished playing photographer and went into the kitchen,
a few hitchhikers flew off of me to inspect my kitchen curtains.
I know they will soon be gone.
Mother Nature keeps them on a strict schedule of eat, reproduce, then
pass on to the great Ladybug Haven in the Sky.
But until then, I will laugh when they buzz past my ears
or tickle me as they march from my hair to inspect those freckles on my face.
With so many spots of my own, perhaps they think we're related.
Have a great weekend!