First solo on my 20-speed, to the fire station and back.
The wood ducks weren’t home, only a blackbird on an old cattail.
And white-bellied dragonflies, creatures who, like acrobats in aspic, peel themselves free for their 100-day flight.
A possom lay in the road, unseeing but as if it still might rise to finish its journey to the other side.
A caterpillar was dashing...to where?
And the plant stork delivered this baby rhododendron to the front lawn. She is pink and healthy and attracting lots of admirers already.