Whimsy on a Wednesday Bringing You Slightly Unhinged Observations and Seasonal Delusions

So, this week I’ve noticed spring in the air. If spring were a person she’d now be stretching in her bed and opening her eyes. She’s not up, she’s not dressed yet, she’s a long way off interacting with anything, but she’s compos mentis. The other day it was so beautiful that I tried to go out without a jumper on but then remembered—it’s a vicious lie and it’s still winter. It might look springy but it isn’t. It’s still proper brrrski out there. 

Snowdrops: Nature’s Little Tricksters

There are many snowdrops in the churchyard, looking all delicate and picturesque, signalling the merging of the seasons like some sort of botanical diplomacy mission.

 (Cue dramatic pause for my inserted snowdrop photos).

 Lovely, aren’t they?

 Almost enough to fool you into believing it’s time to pack away the thermals. It isn’t. 

The Fresh Air Conundrum

Given that the crisp air poked at my conscience, I decided to throw open all the windows and embrace the freshness of the day. Someone recently told me that too much carbon dioxide in the house makes you go mad. Given that I’m already a bit mad I thought it best to clear out the insanity before it gets worse. I live in a village now and they are inclined to come at you with pitchforks if you dare to display quirky defiance.

 Like a modern-day Snow White (but without the singing, or cleaning wildlife), I flung back the windows and took a deep, life-affirming breath. Oh Yes! 

And then—ERRRR.

The Ladybird Lodgers

There, nestled in my window jamb? Stile? (Who knew windows had so many bits? Why are windows this complicated?) Several million ladybirds. Look at this ladybird apocalypse…

Now I had a quandary.

I wanted to shut the window because as much as I love a fresh breeze, I also love not freezing my arse off. But closing the window meant squashing an entire colony of what is officially called “a loveliness” of ladybirds. Just because they have red wings we conveniently forget they’re actually beetles. 

They had moved, you see. On purpose. If I shut the window, carnage. If I brushed them off they’d tumble to their demise on the patio flagstones. And what if the Buddhists are right and I come back as a ladybird? I had no choice but to grab paper and run up and down stairs like a lunatic and gently relocate them onto a plant. 

Then I remembered that they have wings. They can just fly back. I suspect this saga is ongoing. Karma may be behind this gaff.

Elsewhere in the Realm of My Brain…

On my other blog, where art philosophy reigns, you can find out how to paint watercolours in my short 16-week blog course. Want to know if you’re a tool—I mean if you have the right tools? Then go  here.

Until next week, my readership of lovelies, my whimsy of readers, my muddle of minds, my chuckle of followers,

My Nest of Nonsense!

Stay whimsical, stay warm, and check your windows for unexpected tenants.