‘Fly away home…’

I have such happy memories of ladybirds, catching several in a matchbox to bring them home to guard our tomato pants against aphids. We saw hundreds of them on the prom, almost like a red carpet dotted with black spots. We had never seen so many all in one place. They are starting to come now, a sign of warmer weather no doubt. Lovely post Sue.

This is a google image I found, but our prom was laden with hundreds more than these.

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The ladybird was swimming desperately as I scooped it out, feeling that little rush of warmth at having rescued the tiny creature from a watery death. It wasn’t happy, but I placed it on the side of the sink to dry out while I soaked. I would take it outside when I was clad in something more decorous than a towel.

From my supine position in the steam, I could see it begin to move, flexing its legs and shifting on the slippery surface; a tiny splash of colour against the porcelain. I like ladybirds. As a child, they always fascinated me and I was almost offended when I read that they could bite. Surely… they wouldn’t?

They are called ladybirds, apparently, for the Virgin Mary, who was often shown cloaked in red in the early paintings. The seven spots of one of the commonest types were said to symbolise…

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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8 Responses to ‘Fly away home…’

  1. I’ve never seen that many ladybugs (our term over here for them) in one place! It brings to mind (which might have been the point of Sue’s blog post too) the old poem “Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away Home, Your house is on fire and your children are gone!” (Ladybird is the term in the UK obviously). I heard they were lucky. If they bite, how much could that hurt really? Teeny little ‘teeth’ I bet!

  2. willowdot21 says:

    Lovely memories Di 💜🦋

  3. murisopsis says:

    I never knew they could bite until my son found one on the screen door. He was young (4 or 5) and he wanted to pick it up. He tried and it flew and landed on his shoulder and bit him! We were both surprised and yes, it really did hurt!

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