Nothing Wasted


No act of kindness, however small, is wasted. Sometime, somewhere, it is repaid with interest by someone. In the same way, acts of the other sort can bring interest of a different kind; as can those little pangs of conscience that come back to haunt us years after the deed was done. I still squirm when I think of certain little nasties that plague my conscience from time to time; you know the kind of thing: trying to escape the retribution you know will follow, but hoping to delay that moment as long as possible. My mother had a nose that could smell out any attempt at deception.

September meant my mother made her mincemeat, Christmas puddings, and Christmas cake with all the ingredients guaranteed to ring alarm bells on today’s diet sheets. Being seven or eight years old, I thought nothing of scrambling up the vertical shelves in the larder to reach the bowl of mincemeat maturing on the top shelf. Although the war had ended, food was still rationed and I knew my mother had been saving ingredients for months.

I only wanted a taste to make sure it was alright, so dipping my finger over the edge I felt the sticky contents, but before I could put it in my mouth, I slipped and tumbled to the stone floor, bringing the precious bowl and its contents crashing around me. Retribution was swift, and despite my attempt to blame the cat, it did not need Sherlock Holmes to make the situation clear to my mother who looked at the scene of devastation and simply said; ‘Tell me the truth and there’ll be no punishment; tell me a lie and you’ll not want to sit down for a very long time.’ Needless to say, telling the truth proved the better option.

I suppose with autumn approaching, it slipped into my consciousness again. Certainly, we are enjoying a late flush of sunshine here. Yesterday, my garden was invaded by bumble bees and butterflies in their hundreds. I went out around two in the afternoon to feed the birds, and was besieged with these multi-coloured winged visitors dancing among the flowered shrubs. I went in and got my camera; as I was saying; our actions can have repercussions; the following photographs were among the results.

Blue-tits enjoy some water.

Blue-tits enjoy some water.

Blue-tits share a feeder

Blue-tits share a feeder

A bevy of butterflies feast together on a Buddleia

A bevy of butterflies feast together on a Buddleia

A bumble bee enjoys the nectar of an echinops

A bumble bee enjoys the nectar of an echinops

Bumble bees and butterflies teach us all about sharing what we have.

Bumble bees and butterflies teach us all about sharing what we have.

One sozzled bumble bee drunk on nectar

One sozzled bumble bee drunk on nectar

9 comments on “Nothing Wasted

  1. How MOST de-light-ful in soo many ways, your lovely article, Maureen!

    Thank you for cheering me up no end!

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  2. I don’t want to even go down that road, there are way too many things that I would rather I forgot XD. Also I love the pictures they are pretty amazingly taken.

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  3. Bastet says:

    Loved your remininscence of by gone days and lovely photos. Thanks for a really great post!

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  4. gpcox says:

    Nothing wasted is Nature’s way of doing things – not humans!

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