Yesterday was a wet hot summer day. It continues today. Things are saturated and damp. The gypsy moths have evolved into their butterfly stages and are fluttering about everywhere you look (see whitish spots on right hand side tree). We went for a mushroom hike in hopes of finding boletes, but they didn't make it up yet. We did find a spot with many different kinds of mushrooms, non edible though.
This is a very meditative time. It's almost like experiencing a long moment of peak, before the days start progressing toward fall and winter.
Saturday after work I decided to visit the bird and butterfly garden. Just as I passed the little bridge, ready to enter the island the garden is on, I spotted a little bird panicking. It seemed to be very scared and couldn't quite fly. All of a sudden above my head, two red winged black birds were hovering, making a lot of noise. I realized that little bird was their child and they were telling me to hit the road. I did. Discretely. Though I almost wanted to run frantically waving my hands up in the air. I resisted.
