I’m deadly serious about making home for insects in my roof garden. All of the flowers I’ve planted I have chosen because bugs love them. Over the past couple of months I have been taking (bad) photos of these, my tiny friends, with my cellphone.
Baby spiders.
Mating fruit flies.
Dragonfly.
A bee.
A Bumblebee.
A blue moth.
Another Bumblebee.
Moth unknown to me.
Another bee.
I am the Fly.
Black and Grey cats together.
This is the second part of the Sick Veg cat series. The first being dedicated to the Black Cat. This to her older frenemy the Grey Cat. I know I shouldn’t really post pictures of my cats. I’m sure it represents some kind of degeneration. I ought to be more preoccupied with my perception of other people’s perception of me.
The cats are my garden helpers. They like nothing more than to hang out with me when I water the plants in the morning. In the case of the Black Cat she also likes it when I am killing slugs by torch light. So exciting. They both love chasing hoverflies.
The Black Cat likes to clamber all over everything. The Grey Cat, who is a lot older, likes to lie in the sun. Also to watch water from the tap. She will come and get me, lead me to the hosepipe, and sit and watch the water trickling over the roof totally transfixed until I turn it off. She might do this two or three times in an afternoon. In the summer they both take as much delight in the garden as me.
