bright harlequin leaves fall languidly to the ground undressing the trees sweet summer is over a season of mischief has begun
the clouds are smokey
Last year around this time I posted a photo of a butterfly I found being eaten by a wasp. At the time I thought it was symbolic of the seasonal change and days growing shorter and darker earlier. In retrospect, it could have been an omen for the apocalyptic year we are having. This year, I’ve only spotted lively, fluttering butterflies. Hopefully they are a sign that next year will be better.
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