Morning started misty, not quite fog. The sky was full of wispy mares' tails. The creek was still but reflections were grayed by the misty air. A wheelbug rested on the screen door and threatened me when I came outside. The heavy dew revealed one spiderweb in the grass. Later, after the mist disappeared, mallards napped along the shore.
Some branches of the oak turned golden brown but most of the tree was
still green. Dogwood leaves turned to stained glass when back lit. The
wild cherry's yellow leaves could pass for fairy gold.
In the afternoon I noticed a blue jay pouncing on something in the grass. Then a squirrel jumped the bird and came away with an acorn. I tried to photograph the crescent moon but the wispy clouds confused the camera. At times, the thin ridges of cloud looked like gigantic fingerprints.
A beetle scuttled across the patio. Then a red spotted purple flitted around the trees looking for a sunny resting spot. I thought I saw a bird drop out of the maple and hurry under the azalea. It may have been the Carolina wren that was poking its beak into the leaves nearby.
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