Recent acquisitions.
The drone of the cicadas has subsided, but the damage to the trees remains. The oaks, which are the hardest hit in our area, are susceptible to other issues, so the flagging certainly cannot be good for them. I am trying not to borrow trouble, though, so I will share that it was a delight to tend to the yards and gardens this morning’s cool quiet.
At a conservation district this morning.
Seen at Matthaei Botanical Gardens.
Most of the reasons I have been so busy since late April fall under the heading “Not necessarily my story to tell,” but the next few days should adhere to a more regular schedule of walking, studying, practicing, and reading. Of course, simply writing that sentence may ensure disruption. And so it goes.
Until the next alarum, then, I am finishing A Midsummer Night’s Dream today, having resumed my Shakespeare in a Year project, and I hope to finish Roxana Robinson’s biography of Georgia O’Keeffe over the next few days. My first music lesson since April is scheduled for next week, and maybe I’ll have time for my Latin studies, which have been too long neglected.
Roses. At the Chicago Botanic Garden this morning.
Seen in the neighborhood.
All right. I am over cicada-geddon.
Nature is both cool and a wee bit unsettling.
Seen near the creek.
On Saturday, we walked in Nichols Arboretum before brunch.
Nerdishly 