Twilight yesterday offered us here in northern Delaware a quintessential early winter sky: a darkening, yet brilliant sapphire blue sky and a waxing gibbous moon--snow white, crisp, and dominating.
Today, Venus glistens against a pristine, deep blue-black early morning sky.
The cold doesn’t just envelop; it intrudes into the very fiber of your being. It dampens much life.
Yesterday, a pair of squirrels perched on the fences—balancing, brave and stalwart against a steady, stiff northerly wind—eating nuts and other debris deposited in our ground compost pile.
And I thought back to all those garden visitors throughout the year, wondering where they’ve gone and whether they or their offspring will ever find their way back to 410…
Like this molting Robin, searching for a springtime worm...
Or this bumble bee, so methodical....
Or this female Praying Mantis...
Or this Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly, Delaware's State Butterfly...
Or this Cardinal, ever the charming, aurally distinctive visitor...
Or this male Praying Mantis...actually....he may have been devoured by his mate...
Or this little bug...
Many have moved south; many have gone into dormancy, preparing for their grand metamorphosis; and others...well...they have graced us in this life, and we say thanks for their appearances...
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