Monday, June 27, 2011

The Beetle


Delicate Pink Blooms


A beetle the size of a matchbox car surfaced from the mulch of my front flower garden as I watered. He cruised down the curb after being watered, and crossed the driveway in an arching curve to my other flower garden. Changing his mind, he headed back toward me (and the risk of being watered again.) Coming within inches of a splash, he switched gears and again motored over to the opposite garden. Up the little curve and under the big green leaves, he goes...Turning my head to track him I note "He's gone." It's the perfect night for a an all-black beetle the size of a matchbox car to take a stroll.
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1 comment:

  1. LynnJune 28, 2011 at 5:10 AM

    A perfect night for a matchbox beetle to take a stroll.

    This sounds like the beginning of a children's book! You could illustrate it and tell what the beetle did and what he saw, beginning with the lady making a splash.

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Please do...tell.

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