stars shining over Lake Anne last night (alas, no comets, wise or not)
churning peach purée into sorbet. what next, squash? perhaps eggplant? (yikes)
what does the frog say?
brekekekèx, per our friend
plants growing near creek prepare for sleep with chirping, croaking lullaby
only one praying mantis will survive the night (like the Highlander)
summer storm over- -powers garbage bins, quenches thirsty blades of grass
white growth on tree trunk; @melissasmushrooms – what fungus grows here?
taking a break from guiding me away from trees, Will snaps the sunset
roaring with tiger lilies that blossom’d after their shorter cousins
firefly hides from phone between ground cover, vines, bright summer twilight