Cicada

A blue dasher dragonfly perched outside my window.  Its wings were oddly dark but eyes and body markings were right.  Ground cherries were blooming.  Flower clusters appeared on the beautyberry bush.  The young garden spiders were doing well.  Wasps visited the mountain mint.  Blue jays preferred the barkbutter balls.  My swim was very late in the day.   

I was enjoying the evening, watching fireflies, when a cicada started singing.