Most importantly, the pathway to the inner sanctum of a safe home is clearly established. This is what will help to let them have further walks in the near future.
If flowers had feet they may choose their partners differently, but this little snail is riding high as the crowning glory in its sensual bed of silken softness.
The yearly West Coast flower season is opening up to the sun every day, and after the good rains we had it is promising to be a good one. It has me thinking of mandalas, secrets and variety. I climbed a koppie in the West Coast National Park and within half an hour I had photographed the inner hearts of near a dozen beings. Technically I used an extension tube for this probing, and handheld a 135 mm lens using a high ISO. But in my heart I was joyful for this symbolic mystery of resilience.