The bridge over the river was covered by a thick layer of fog in the early morning hours of Tuesday last week. Warm air from the south had come north to visit for a few days. The temperature of 68 degrees was a welcome change from the chill of the days before. The heavy damp air left water droplets on the flowers, the leaves, and the grasses. My boots and the bottom of my jeans were soaked soon after I started walking through the Restored Prairie. The light violet Aster petals looked like icicles. The bright yellow Sunflowers held the warmth of late summer. Silhouetted against the pale blue sky, a Chickadee balanced on the top of a tree branch at the edge of the woods. He twisted and turned all the while holding fast to the branch.
Bunches of Sneezeweed flowers stood at attention in the grasses on the side of the road. I walked down the path at the edge of the woods to the old tree. The branches of the old tree are a favorite resting spot for the birds. On Tuesday, a flock of Cedar Waxwings were grooming themselves and looking around for insects.
The warm and humid air was filled with mosquitoes and other bugs. I was covered from head to toe to protect myself from insect bites. I had a hard time holding the camera steady with the mosquitoes and bees buzzing around my head even though the netting kept them away from my face.
Yesterday, I went back to the Arboretum in the early morning hours. I will share those photos another day. It was 30 degrees colder than last week. The fog was lying still over the low lands and the river again. I put the camera on its tripod, balanced them on the passenger seat of the car, and opened the window.
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