Cricket song

Buttercream puffs of cumulus are floating in the sky, moving SW.  The tree crickets are still making a sound somewhere between ticking and ringing.  Chickadees are up and breakfasting.  Likewise squirrels.  There's a stiff breeze and it is cool. 

Now it has gone gray, alas.

By afternoon, the gray broke apart but the clouds are big.  The wind is making me chilly and keeping birds and bugs out of sight.

Chickadees visited again, but no others.  Cormorants and crows and a few gulls are out flying.  An egret went upstream.  Bumblebees are busy on the rosemary, but no honeybees.  I saw dragonflies elsewhere but none here.  Now I hear geese. 

The clouds dwindled as evening came on and now a bright, almost full moon is rising. Earlier I visited the Vaughn market stand at the Kempsville Library - ripe tomatoes!  And the makings for ratatouilli.