Sunday, August 19:

A bald eagle under the bluffs on the river.

Green praying mantis nymphs striding up a daughter’s arm with martial glances to right and left.

Four deer eating windfall apples under the tree at the top of the pasture, surrounded by late daisies.

Ten Sussex chicks behind the bales of first cutting hay in the calf barn.

Braids of garlic hanging from raffia bows under the eaves of the porch.


Just in case we wonder why we are still here, still doing this.