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Watching from my belly

Belly view
Swimsuit on, sun pile driving my body with its intense rays…

Lying in the grass, flat on your belly (if your belly is flat; maybe I should say a wee bit bulged) certainly gives you a unique view.  I mean it’s not even close to the same as what you see when you are face-up staring at the clear blue expanse, dusted with cotton clouds and jet streamers crisscrossing in string-art patterns.

While indulging in a massive hit of vitamin D, I studied the activity and scenery.  It was incredibly abuzz.  If you look closely at the photo, you’ll see an industrious honey bee sipping sweet goodness from the white clover that fills our lawn.  It can be considered a plague to turf purists, but bees and little kids who pick the blossoms and suck the nectar would beg to differ. 

Oily ants, which I’m not fond of, roamed through doing whatever it is that they do.  A total sidetrack, but have you ever noticed that ants taste like they smell?  Don’t ask how I know, just trust me, it is not pleasant. 

Getting back to the watching; butterflies would light and flit away, individual blades of grass each had their own fingerprint and I could see just the bottom of Isabella’s soft brown legs, oh yeah and feel her drips of drool.  Other nano-critters inched and eked out their subsistence in the backyard plot of sod.

A simple act of soaking in the sun to coddle my senses and play to my vanity boggled my mind.  I had forgotten to look down at the small creatures residing underfoot.  Existence is alive on countless levels and I got to peer into this not quite subterranean realm while lightly toasting myself.

Watching from my belly…

Missy


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  1. sewsavySeptember 14, 2014 at 9:24 AM

    Nice. No, I don't lay on my belly anymore. It's not only not flat but quite round but that's not the part that keeps me from lying flat. :) Great perspective.

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    1. Missy ASeptember 15, 2014 at 10:26 AM

      It's more interesting being "shaped..." not flat!

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