Sometimes, words are inadequate, or surplus to requirements. I am somewhere between the two at the moment, but I don’t know which. On such occasions, there’s always haiku to turn to; the classical Japanese structure of 5-7-5 syllables is a comforting small space to stuff a passing moment in the wilderness into something that might turn into posterity, or not, it doesn’t matter really.
I’ve left out the part where I was crawling around on my hands and knees in the grass trying to more successfully ‘pap’ the insect wildlife.
Bumble bee topples
over the violet petals
bristling and bulbous