There’s a mostly-empty parking lot next door to ye olde day job place, where B & I take a quick walk on breaks sometimes. You’d think parking lots would be rather stark and boring to walk through, but this is a richly-landscaped one, and so there are pretty trees and bushes and things. Sometimes there are wee little living things, like this very tiny caterpillar who was absolutely determined to cross that blacktop desert and reach the insect equivalent of Utopia.
Alas, rapid movement and twilight aren’t great for photography, but we had a merry old time watching the little green bugger wriggle its way toward luscious, lovely leaves.
So shiny and green! I remember ‘pillars much like this one from my childhood in Arizona. Watching them navigate the leaves and stems on their chosen weed, coaxing them to crawl round on me hand, trying to figure out how they function… they provided hours of entertainment. Shame about what they did to my mother’s tomato plants.
Ah, well. Not being a gardener, I can still take some childish pleasure in ’em. Hopefully most of you can, too!