Water soaked through my jeans as I knelt to get a closer look at the marigolds. The scent of the flowers and the damp earth held the memory of summer. The butterflies had left the Butterfly Garden. It was the first Sunday in October.
A white-breasted nuthatch hurried up and down a tree at the corner of the garden. A family of northern cardinals ate berries in the bushes. One young cardinal watched me with a question in his eyes. Freshly bloomed and faded flowers, seed pods, and optimistic new buds filled the garden beds.
Walking back to my car, I passed a downy woodpecker intent on her explorations of the tree bark. A tiny ruby-crowned kinglet caught my eye as she darted from branch to branch.
I woke up in the early hours this morning to the sound of the wind rattling the windows. Light snow is falling now. The feels like temperature is 2 degrees. My mind is far away walking in the garden and watching my sister build a sand castle on a summer day. The flowers open their petals to the sunlight. The sand sparkles. It is warm beneath my feet.
The last two photos were taken by my Dad on a beach in Maine in 1966.
Take care and thanks for reading.
ps. There will be two posts of butterfly photos in the next few months from visits to the Arboretum and the Butterfly Garden last September.