Bluebell bee
While the Boy Wonder was taking a pram nap this afternoon, pushed around the park by his doting grandfather, I went on a small bug hunt, and found some small bugs. In this case the small bug is a sweat … Continued
While the Boy Wonder was taking a pram nap this afternoon, pushed around the park by his doting grandfather, I went on a small bug hunt, and found some small bugs. In this case the small bug is a sweat … Continued
When R described me as a domestic goddess this afternoon, I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for the punchline, but it turned out that he was being sincere. Compliments tend to make me laugh uncomfortably and reel off … Continued
So it’s not only women who can do two things at once. I saw this hairy-footed flower bee fly into the dead-nettle patch, and stood at the edge of the flower bed, camera poised, waiting for him to come back … Continued
Back in the C19th it was fashionable to believe that you could tell what kind of personality someone had, or how they might behave, by looking at their facial features (physiognomy) and measuring their skull (phrenology). An Italian professor of … Continued