Well, finally the heavy clouds from the yesterdays national holiday fireworks are vanishing (the photo isn't smoke of the fireworks of course, but I find it rather fitting). One really could believe that Swiss people are one folk of pyromaniacs and I really do not understand what our national holiday has to do with igniting fireworks. I'm really suffering with all the animals who can't be taken into the houses, they can't just put Oropax in their ears like we can.
We are just relaxing after the stressful yesterdays night and finally tomcat Noah has reappeared from his save place beneath the couch. Because I really do hate fireworks too, I even thought about just going abroad for that time but, how could I leave my pets alone... it's nicer to tremble together under the coach, isn't it Noah?
I now show you with the macro lens how nature is celebrating its life in abundance. Yes, it is possible to celebrate the joy of life very quietly...
... und dabei geht es nicht weniger bunt zu und her.
... and this doesn't mean the party is less colourful.
That's why sometimes butterflies are called nervous nellie :o).
Butterflies live in the Gwundergarten in abundance. They like to visit the gooseneck loosestrife as well as...
... linaria angustissima,
... roses that have seen better times...
... and the all beloved butterfly bush. But let's have an even closer look:
God, he must be very hot in this fur coat.
Gooseneck loosestrife seems to be the McDrive or I better say the McFly for butterflies.
Sometimes it's as busy there as in the fastfood shop in the city.
Yes, I do move on. Don't rush me!
Sometimes the rose Leonardo da Vinci turns into a runway.
Isn't it just beautiful, when the sun shines through those delicate wings?
This little guy just reminds me somehow on the little hedgehog from a comic. It's so sweet with its big button eyes and the fur on its head.
Frau Hummel mal nicht am Bloggen :o).
Mses Bumblebee for once not blogging :o).
Well, my dear little guy, I guess you should better go on diet, else you won't get your butt into the hostas flowers anymore.
Sorry for that very bad photo, I did it in the shadow of a very dark tree. But I just had to show you this, because let's be warned: The frogs are following in our footsteps. They have already found out how to use means of transport. Now they will only have to invent some special remedy to get rid of the slime on their sweet little feet.
Hehe... are we trying to be funny again today?!
No, I'm really honest, when I say that I did write this post before I had a little bit of this bottle on the table. Really!
And as well as sweet Rozanne I haven't got a hangover, that's for true *tse*. I don't know why I feel like justifying myself.
Stop talking and come on over. I could use a good belly rub... it's itching under my fur.
Nordlicht-Klause. Mädel, mailst Du mir bitte noch Deine Adresse auf firstname.lastname@example.org, damit sich das Buch zu Dir auf den Weg machen kann?
And now I just do it like Noah and look for a cosy place to spend the rest of the day.
Bis die Tage, gehabt Euch wohl / Have a great time