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| Nice front leg relaxation technique in a male skink. |
This year's spring has been stretching and compressing like a mad coil. Early typhoons and sudden storms presaged by opaque blue skies; despite the rain we have a drought: strong rain runs off to the sewers and the rivers and leaves the earth below the topsoil as dry as an old cake. Spiders who depend on moisture to nurture flying insects are on the wane.
There are no earthworms in the garden this year. They appeared very late last year, so I will keep watching for them.
Male skinks squabble over territory. The garden is full of their reptile antics, yet I haven't seen a single female this year. I will keep watching.
Trees which have never deigned to flower before are laden with blooms: miniature mandarin orange and some kind of boxwood. Wild poppies flourish: they like the dry soil.
Sunlight has its variable moods and I love the way iris petals seem to be lit from within at the end of the day. I stand under Venus and Jupiter as they appear in evening sky, and hope I am lit from within, too.
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| Japanese frilled iris in the morning sun with dewdrops. |
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| A swarm of tadpoles in the fountain at the park |
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| Visit the Japanese garden at the park and take a picture of the sky |
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| Strange armored insect at the temple |
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| Iris in the evening |
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| These too |
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| Can't forget the onion flowers |
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