Tiny Transformation

Ok, so this might be a bit much for some of you. For those made of sterner stuff, no, I have no idea what this was or will be. We disturbed a rotting tree trunk in the very front garden, and it split down the middle. Yes, the brown is not grit or sand but what was once wood - an ash from memory. 

Burrowed deep into the old wood were at least two mid-metamorphosis crysalids. They weren't particularly keen on being disturbed and wriggled alarmingly. Maybe they were wriggling alarmingly anyway, considering what is happening to them... We covered them back up quickly.

Who knows, we may have let live a old terror of the garden, or maybe through briefly interrupting the process created a whole new one! We are in times of transformation. Not merely the colourful transformation of summer into autumn, but a political one.

Maybe, this is the day that will be remembered, amidst many days. Will the fallout from today's Supreme Court judgement provoke a new era, a new written Constitution, a change in direction for sad old Brexit Britain? Or will Johnson simply play a new and still ink-damp card from his shirt cuff pack? 

Will the Queen take his head? Do we still prosecute treason?