The Illusive Butterfly of Blog
It is one of those mornings for which there seems not to be anything to say that is not too trivial or too ponderous for a blog post with the time I have before getting ready for work.
We got the rain we’ve been hoping for, starting last night, blessing and local curse. Lightning, thunder, and a pacing-panting dog from one side of our bed to the other (not ON the bed, mind you, just bumping up against it frantically) until the storm finally moved out of earshot. The older he gets, the worse he gets about thunderstorms. Oy. How does one change that behavior, I wonder?
Last night was the warmest night we’ve had for a long while, and with the windows open, I needed somewhere between 1/2 and 1 1/2 sheets but rarely just 1 exactly, so I pulled it up and pushed it back all night, hearing the rain on the tin roof, the dog panting, and lots of happy insects and frogs in chorus on the resurging creek.
This swallowtail is from the image archives of a couple of weeks ago. Now, the butterfly bush is almost spent, and what swallowtails remain are no where near as perfect as this one, most missing one or both tails, faded, and tired. This is a true sign of impending autumn.
With the rain, we might actually get some wild grapes that are doing better this year than they’ve done in years but were starting to wilt in the ongoing drought. The neighbor offered us some Concords from his vines, but foraging for the wild ones and figuring out how to 1) dislodge them from high in the trees and 2) be able to find them when they fall–usually a matter involving an old bed sheet–makes wild grape gathering a fun fall activity at our house.
Well I guess I’d better save my typing energies for work; those steroid injections I reluctantly took first of the year I confess made a difference, but the effect is most definitely wearing off. I wore the braces on both hands last night, another reason I tossed and turned. Having your hands trussed up in corsets makes for some odd bondage kinds of dreams when too warm in a dripping world with a large dog going bump in the night.