Day 1

I make my way across the weed ridden field in the back of my house;

wondering "Isn't Nature supposed to be gentle and sweet?

Instead of sharp and full of so many..thorns?"

I was looking foward to this assignment because it gave me the

chance to get out into the open and actually breathe a little.

But after being bitten by mosquitos, scared witless by

bees, and being scratched by angry sharp grass/thorns,

I was starting to get a bit weary of Mother Nature's pressence.

I flopped down on a rock and started to take a big swig from my water bottle

when..there!

Right there.

A tiny little flash of red caught my attention.

Could it be?

A ladybug!

It had been months, no years, since I'd last seen one.

Carefully picking it up, I set it on my palm and just watched.

Time flew past and I realized I had wasted an entire afternoon.

An afternoon, which was supposed to be dedicated to an

English Project.

All that time used up by my me staring at a tiny little red beetle.

It looks like Mother Nature sidetracked me once again.