Lunch With Mrs Fox

It’s OK, I’m friendly…….really.

For me, Nature, in all its forms, represents a shimmering drop of liquid beauty trembling on a leaf between Wonder and Fear. Now – how is that for pure PURPLE!!!!? The sad thing is – that is how I actually feel about it. Who could deny the sense of awe at the close up view of a spider’s leg?

Well actually I probably could…..

Sometimes Nature just ain’t natural

All this leads me to my recent lunch with Mrs Fox. It’s hard to tell quite often but I’m sure it is Mrs Fox because shortly after she arrived at table, she sat down to have a wee. Generally in my experience, ladies sit down.
 She turned up quite out of the blue. I had done my domestic servitude duty at ASDA and had sat down with a mortadella baguette with English salad cream and lettuce. A slightly misty sunlight flooded through the lattice of oak trees and concrete council street lighting. Mrs Fox wandered across the lawn and sat down next to me. We looked at each other in the way that people do on trains and at supermarket checkouts. We shared my sandwich. She liked the meat but looked at me in horror when I offered her some bread. (It was like being the only mum without a new 4×4 vehicle at the posh school).

Thanks for lunch – see ya later.

Mrs Fox seemed quite content to eat the rest of my lunch while I went and got my camera. Being very much an urban urchin I have always been part terrified and part overawed by wild beasts. In my own humble little way I felt as if the universe had conferred a great honour on me.Encounters form our lives I suppose, but we savour so few.

Emma thinx:  You are what you meet.