How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! ~Emily Dickinson, 19th century American poet
Moth or butterfly?
Who cares when it’s so pretty
And tarries awhile?
Note: Found this beauty clinging to the screen one day when we were taking advantage of natural air conditioning. Any guesses as to what it is?
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life. ~Hal Borland
Is it Fall yet?
How can you tell?
Oh, sure, the days are shorter, the crickets chirp a steady symphony all night long, the kids are back in school, football season is upon us, flannel shirts are showing up on store shelves.
But is that enough? Don’t you want more proof?