As the sun and the earth dance through the Equinox, summer exhales and shares her final gifts.
The last perfect rose of summer blooms, defying the empty, withering stalks of Hosta and drying grass.
The tall grasses in the backyard bloom in bursts of sunlit wheat.
The praying mantis I’ve been getting to know, mated, and the next day climbed high up on my office window. That evening she captured and devoured a large moth in the same spot, her last meal. Thereafter, she remained low, near the water spout. I watched, as each day, she became a paler brown and atrophied before my eyes. I thought to take one last picture of her, but could not be so disrespectful as to photograph her as her tiny life faded. In 3 days she was gone, her work on earth completed.
Despite the temperatures already dipping into the 40’s and 50’s at night, my potted petunias and torenia continue to glow in the afternoon sun, holding their beauty `til the end.
Still A Dreamer 