THE RAINFOREST: Tom admires a Hibiscus bloom . . .
We'd walked all the way down to reach the dome . . .
. . . now we were winding our way back up into the rainforest canopy.
I'd looked at several trees that had lovely flowers and thought,
Hmm . . . they look more like orchids than what the label suggests.
They were orchids that had self-propagated.
This is a close-up of the flowers hanging down on the tree in the picture above.
Not quite the top of the canopy because this was as far as wheelchairs could go.
We walked back down winding paths,
stopping for a refreshing smoothie of coconut milk
with mango, lime & Baobab seeds.
There is a Matt McGinn poem about a town in Scotland
where a man was stung by a bee; this was that bee . . .
He kept bees in the old town of Effin,
An Effin beekeeper was he,
And one day this Effin beekeeper,
Was stung by a big Effin bee.
Now this big Effin beekeeper's wee Effin wife,
For the big Effin polis she ran
For there's nobody can sort out a big Effin bee,
Like a big Effin polisman can.
This big Effin polisman did his nut,
And he ran down the main Effin street,
In his hand was a big Effin baton,
He had big Effin boots on his feet.
The polis got hold of this big Effin bee,
And he twisted the Effin bees wings,
But the big Effin bee got his own back,
For the big Effin bee had two stings.
Now they're both in the Effin museum,
Where the Effin folk often come see,
The remains of the big Effin polis,
Stung to death by the big Effin bee.
. . . and if you don't believe me, check HERE
& HERE
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