After unpacking the car, R noticed a scarlet tanager in a pine tree.
A red spotted purple butterfly basked in the bright noonday sun among the impatiens waiting to be planted. At first, from underneath, with the orange
and white and black markings, I thought it was an admiral. No, its first
cousin. The butterfly looked brand new, no bird had taken a bite out of
him yet. His wings shimmered as if still wet from birth.
mountain laurel, some pink, some white.
Must be the similarity of the leaves. Laurel looks more
like ballooning petticoats in the shape of a ten
pointed star. Each part of the flower petal has
a tiny vertical line almost like a border between
one part and the next.
Lest all of this sound like Eden, in order to get here, we drove
up the Palisades, then onto 6 and 17 west, and passed
at least five deer who had been struck and killed by speeding cars.