Summer evenings, no, the evenings towards the end of summer are some of my favorites of the season. With the official start of fall only 46 days away, yes, that's just over a month and a half, the hot days combined with cool nights bring out the best of summer. The cicadas start to hum and scream their mating songs. Tree frogs start to chirp as they try to keep summer locked in the sound of their music. The mosquitoes continue to buzz and drink cocktails of blood from my body for their young. The gardens are beginning to ripen. My herb garden is being over run with mint, and we are being catapulted into the cool days of autumn with the promise of rest for trees, shrubs, and hidden life in the insect and animal world. This is the time we often have special visitors. Last night did not disappoint. I don't know the name of this moth, but we were fortunate to have this little critter on our deck last night. What a regal creature! I prefer to call him Zeus, the brave and daring. Thank you, Zeus, for visiting. I hope to see you again!
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Zeus has a lovely, velvety robe. Those late summer days with the hint of fall are some of my favorites, too. Wouldn't it be great if the next 44 days were like that?
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