Saturday, May 27, 2023

Enjoying the weekend

Hordes of dragonflies have finally hatched. We look forward to their decimation of the swarms of mosquitos that have been harassing us for more than a week now. It seems to me that Minnesota has only two seasons: not winter and road construction, but frostbite and bugbite. I believe you read that here first.

four-spotted skimmer
four-spotted skimmer
Photo by J. Harrington

We’re in the midst of a beautiful holiday weekend with warm temperatures, sunny skies and enough of a breeze to minimize the clouds of flying insects that would otherwise be an annoyance. In fact, when we picked up this weeks Community Supported Agriculture share this morning, it didn’t take long for the Jeep to fill with skeeters as the Better Half [BH] worked with the rear hatch up dividing the veggies between those for us and those for the Daughter Person [DP] and her family. (There’s no way I’d try to eat half a share each week, with the BH eating the other half, so we split with the DP. I barely survive eating a quarter share of veggies each week. I’m a huMAN, not a rabbit nor a goat.) Here’s what was in this week’s box:
  • Magenta lettuce
  • Tokyo bekanna Greens
  • Spinach
  • Mixed greens

On the drive through the country to pick up the greens, mixed and unmixed, we saw several whitetail deer and a tom turkey with his harem of hens. I’m not sure why the hens weren’t nesting. In the same general area yesterday, we saw either a large coyote or a small wolf. We’re at the southern fringe of wolf range in Minnesota, and coyotes are almost common. I’m just not familiar enough with sightings to be sure of the identity of a single animal. I have a similar problem with crows and ravens.

A few yard chores got tackled today before the temp climbed too much. We’ll probably do a few more tomorrow but, even for us old, retired folks, it is a holiday weekend so we’ll do our best to relax and enjoy as much of it as we can.


Fly, Dragonfly!


Water nymph, you have
climbed from the shallows to don
your dragon-colors.
Perched on a reed stem
all night, shedding your skin, you dry
your wings in moonlight.
 
Night melts into day.
Swift birds wait to snap you up.
Fly, dragonfly! Fly!


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