I got home about 5.30 today and was washing up a few things when I noticed something large buzzing around the Verbena Bonariensis. I was excited to find a Humming Bird Hawk Moth. It stayed there for ages, long enough for me to fetch my camera and go back again for my glasses so I could see it properly! It really does look like a tiny humming bird. I couldn't hear a humming noise but there was quite a lot of background noise. What an amazing little creature!
This photo is about the clearest one-it moves fast so all the others are a bit blurred.
It is so precise at putting its proboscis into each floret-it never misses!
As you can see, Cassie is interested, so I was watching her as well, to make sure the snacker didn't become the snack!
The sun came out. Lovely scents behind the Palm House.
Cheeky Jackdaws kept us company at lunch.
Sculpture on the way out.
Posing for me. Nona told us that one year either a swan or a goose made a nest in one of these urns!
Lovely coffee near the station.
Berries on my road when nearly home.
A collection from Kew. The green thing is a black walnut. Holly berries, conkers, a pine cone, a beech nut case and some leaves. All in a bowl for the moment to remind me of the visit. Cassie's paws in the background-she had a good sniff when I emptied my pockets!
Over the years, I have trodden in lots of dog mess, fallen over in someone else's sick, sat in chewing gum, and been pooed on by a squirrel. I have, however, in all the time I have been a nursery teacher, managed to avoid sitting in wee. Today, my luck ran out. I was about to engage in some timed lego building with one of the afternoon kids, when cold wetness seeped right through. I shot up, but it was too late. I had to wait for someone to be able to relieve me from the classroom, then used the hand drier in the loo. After this, I fashioned a fetching bubble wrap skirt, finished off with masking tape, to enable sitting on things without contaminating them.
More revolting stories occur to me. The time I had to take an assembly, which was bad enough, but bad turned to worse, when a child at the front suddenly projectile vomited. I jumped out of the way of that one. And there was the time I had just managed to single-handedly get my Reception class changed for PE, and was headed into the hall. Two children led the line, PJ and George. As I followed them in with the rest of the class, George came rushing back out of the hall to tell me, "PJ's pooed on a hoop!" Indeed PJ had, a perfect small egg of excrement, balanced on the edge of the hoop. End of PE lesson.
Ah well, teaching and life are not all roses and playdough. I will leave you with a pleasant image of something or other once I have found one!