Mondays are good. I wake up, late if I want, but usually at or around 9, and I have three and a half hours before it’s time to go to Greensboro, for classes. I can read, catch up on homework, surf the web, and play with my doggy.
This past Monday, I went out with Calli, let her do her business, and saw the fig tree sitting by our bedroom window.
Upon closer inspection, I realized where all the butterflies have been coming from. They’ve been all over the place.
There the butterflies were, crowded around the fig tree, eating its rotting fruit from the stem. A very intriguing sight, as they were accompanied by what appeared to be representatives from every member of the insect world. Green flies, wasps, yellow jackets, bumble bees… there were thousands of bugs converged on our fig tree. From afar, it seemed like the tree was moving.
I can’t wait for autumn to finally come. The heat is starting to get very annoying, and it’s September already. Almost October. Smells of woodsmoke and the need for pullovers are requisite! I want to see my own breath when I go outside in the morning, and a frost (which, yes, I understand would probably take out a good portion of the Fig Tree Crew) would be splendid.
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