The sunlight is muted. The creek was glassy earlier, but now there's a breeze. Where is everybody? Just chickadees and bumblebees. Then finches and honeybees. The morning glories are indeed glorious. Did I see a hummer?
If so, it hasn't returned. Rain started after 3:30 - earlier than I'd hoped. Clouds boiled out of the West and the wind blew every which way. A crow sat on the dock bench and proclaimed doom. A dark butterfly fought the wind into tree shelter - not sure if it was a swallowtail or a purple. The chickadees kept right on eating.
A cold front is passing with dark clouds and a fiery sunset. There was a great photo in the newspaper.
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