On a bright day in July it’s hard to go a more than a few fathoms in any direction without coming across some arresting sight.
Just off the front step, a web of spider silk has caught the rain over a cluster of sedums.
At the end of the lawn, Black Mud-Dauber Wasps favour a flowering Rue.
Scattered throughout the marsh are floating yellow pond lilies.
It’s a safe bet that Sora have raised their young in this marsh every year, but I had never seen a juvenile Sora until a few nights ago. Then, just an hour before sunset, a bright shaft of light chanced across a young Sora and there it was, big as life.
The next night, same time, same place, I drifted by again and saw not one but two young Sora.
On a bright July morning, the nearby savannah is alive with Cedar Waxwing, Goldfinch, Savannah Sparrow and Willow Flycatcher*.
In meadows, gardens and orchards another flashy creature has made its appearance. As beautiful as Popillia japonica may be, it is not a welcome sight as it does a lot of damage to fruit and vegetable crops.
Bees moving between Geranium flowers, on the other hand, are a sight for sore eyes.
Roadsides are festooned with blue Chicory, which attract pollinators including the Eastern Calligrapher fly.
Back home in the vegetable garden, the blossoms of sugar-snap peas would be beautiful even without the promise of the delicious green pods just a week away.
* Flycatchers are reputed to be extremely difficult to identify unless you hear the bird’s song, and this one didn’t sing for me. Based on the pictures I consulted, a Willow Flycatcher was the closest match – but I’m no ornithologist.