Tissoe was two days old! And, his mother had let him go outside to explore all on his own. Not one of his many brothers and sisters to bother him, he had the entire, great wilderness that was the outdoors, all to himself.

He wasn’t too good at flying. Not at first, anyway. He bumped into something the had wonderful smelling, white blossoms that spilled pretty yellow powder all over him.

If he could giggle, he would have.

His wings all a-buzz again, he careened slightly downwards, caught an updraft that carried him over a wonderful patch of grass blades that tried to stab him, and maybe, well, just possibly, he did laugh as he caught a wonderful updraft that carried him away from the blades of green. He buzzed past a blur of yellow and black stripes hearing a rumbly tumble of words cautioning him to be a careful youngster.

Tissoe tried laughing again. The breeze helped and up he went and breathlessly landed on the flat perch of a yarrow pad. He wiggled his proboscis in irritation and felt a different sort of laugh, this one kind of itchy and involuntary slip through his proboscis and widening the many facets of his eyes. He felt dizzy.

And another one was coming.

Blaming the yarrow, he dropped off the wide pad and down to some colourful, and relaxing sweet william.

Oh! These were lovely! This time when he giggled, it was at his own behest.

Tissoe walked all over the sweet william allowing his sticky little feet to remember it. He wanted to come back before he was old (in about 24 days) and experience it again. There were more flowers, and leaves, and rose bushes, and even strawberries to check out.

Tissoe took off again catching little updrafts and alighting here and there. He kept bumping into the big bumble bees, and although they were gruff, they pretty much ignored him. He explored the rose bush, his tiny little body unconcerned by the thorns which were much bigger than him.

On a red carnation he delighted in finding little drops of cool water that were perfect for just helping to keep him cool. Finally, he landed on a long, green leaf where he walked, flexed his little wings, and decided to spend the rest of the day.

Don’t you just think this little fly is cute, now? I hope you enjoyed my little whimsy.

Tags: art, Digital Abstracts, garden, Photography

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