I did not expect that living in the centre and down a bit of France would be tropical but this mantis is indeed suffering. OK April was the hottest since my gran was conceived in a cane field, but May was the wettest with only 88% of expected sunshine (whatever that may mean) and June is...
...June is not. This morning it was 2.4°C and there be frost on the hay! Fortunately, my tomatoes and the sacred chillies are safe in their walled enclave. Meanwhile I am keeping my socks on. Meanwhile again and the other side of the Alps people are taking theirs off...
...such are the mysteries of weather.
Some things such as, cloud cover, rain and the cold cannot, however, stop Nature and whilst i'm a'grumbil' and a moanin' cousins of the mantis have been enjoying there short lives whilst the rest of us bemoan our long lives...
The air is fresh - respire
PS MR Anony mouse who didn't like the rant on the French presidential election should have read the rest of the dribble coz' no me not like Royale who i believe is a vacuous old bourgeois, but that doesn't mean I like Sarko - read the blog and no I am not a boring chair ridden university prof - I just would like to be. Alas i am only boring and bleuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrkkk! Besides, I did suggest that one go and read that misogynist Proudhon but if you prefer English anarch go read Godwin; if not make it all up yourself and write a blog...
