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.
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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