Unlike poor Clint, I talk to everything and I get answers and listeners. This morning was a great example. I love coming down here because the flora is different. We are surrounded by oleander, olive groves and almond trees. I don’t know if you have ever seen a “last year’s almond” but they are small black shrivelled things like mummified versions of the ones above.
Inspecting a tree today and congratulating it on this year’s crop, touching the velvet green fruit, I noticed that one of the old ones had legs. The converation went somethng like this (if you can imagine my interlocuter speaking like a ventriloquist’s dummy with teeth clenched)
“Hello. You aren’t an almond. You’re a bug.”
“No, no, I’m an almond. Honest.”
“Well if you are an old almond, how come you’ve got legs then?”
“Oh alright smartarse, I’m a bug, now push off!”
It’s small exchanges like this that makek my little world so lovely. I talk to the bugs …..