Caroline and I paid a visit to the post office yesterday.
The jaded, world-weary postal clerk could do nothing to dampen Caroline's spirits, though I do believe she gave it her best shot.
And what mysterious contents could possibly account for such happiness, for speculations as to its magical properties, for declarations like: Oh Mum, this is the best day of my life!
Why, bugs, darling. What else??
Some of the most brilliant rainbow scarabs ever to grace the planet...
And a tiny budwing mantis named Higgins.
While he was rather hestitant to tell me his name, he lost no time in devouring a fruit fly apprehended in the vicinity of the bananas and a pinhead cricket who had the misfortune of lacking a hind leg.
Trust me, I've made a mental note to yield the right of way to this out-of-towner, even when it's my turn to go first.
Along with that, some other signs and wonders: a lizard no bigger than a jelly bean turned up on my doorstep during a rainstorm the other day.
I wanted to keep him, of course, but instead deferred to my five minute pet rule for all wild and living things.
Though I do have an abundance of fruit flies at the moment and am quite sure I could have kept Peanut happy as a clam.
Another cause for marvel is this little anthill, dug out from under the deluge of rain by the ants themselves.
A sort of self rescue. The manifestation of perserverance.
These hills dot the desert after a heavy rain and I run past them, feeling each time as if I'm being schooled by something no bigger than a freckle.
And then there is Winnie.
Winnie, the crazy little fox-faced puppy who draws our entire family together, who wants nothing more than proximity and love.
Tell me, what schooling is this?
What kind of magic??