The arched grasses, sparkling with dew, waving in the breeze like ripples on the ocean. I stand on the edge of the marsh as if I’m watching a river flow by.
Now the clouds cover the sun, the shine is gone and the grasses become grass again.
I wander to the Rosa Multiflora (calling for Fate to “get the sheep) where I saw the Monarch butterfly yesterday. Its proud blue/black velvety chest spotted white like the edges of its wings. The elegant arching legs, each pin-point foot clutching the edge of a leaf. And the “rabbit ear” antenna.
Instead of a butterfly, a small green grasshopper with a brown stripe down its back sits on a leaf. A damsel fly hovers and darts, and clusters of Japanese Beetles mate and eat.