In between the leaves and the clams, Leslie and I kayaked up a local creek. The cormorants are still here, soon to be replaced by the loons. The osprey are gone. We say a flock of surf scoters--a sure sign winter is coming.
The zinnias now put up tiny flowers, so little energy now available from the sun, but they're still trying.
I saw a few lazy bees hang onto the cosmos flowers--they were pretending to scoop up what little nectar remains, but they were mostly slumming in the sun. The only animals in these parts that cannot see the obvious are the H. sapiens sort.
The sun is dying. Long live the sun.
We can pretend to thrive under the fluorescent hum of madness, or we can settle into the patterns of the seasons. Biology is all about available sunlight.
If my lambs get that much, it will be enough.