We went to the arboretum this hot, close Sunday morning. No one else was there but the insects, birds, butterflies. And Mary Isabelle. It’s been nearly a month since we’ve been there. Alot has changed. The flowers in the glade and draw are quiet now. The prairie flowers are still profuse in some spots. The cicada noises are down, as are the peepers and frogs and quail calls. Folks are hunkered in, raising young, fattening up for fall and winter. It is late summer, already.
The July full moon is next Friday. I’ll be seeing it from Michigan, from my little tent. I hope the night will be clear enough to get a picture.