August is Golden. Street Prophets Coffee Hour

Welcome to the Street Prophets Coffee Hour, where politics meets up with religion, nature, art, and life. Come in, have a cuppa and a cookie (or three!) and join us.

August is here. Hot, humid, and everything rushing to finish their life cycles. And gold is everywhere.

I was afraid these had been mowed over when my new neighbor kindly mowed the strip of grass outside the fence, by the road. These are the last of the wild morning glories I’ve seen on the farm over the years.

Goldenrod. Honey bees are rare here now, as with many places, but I see maybe two or three over the summer.

No comment.

Them, too.

Non-native Dutch clover is fading in the heat, but bumblebees still find them useful.

One of the clearwing moths.

American goldfinch. He’ll lose the yellow feathers over the winter.

One of my favorite pictures. I didn’t see the eggs, laid out like a string of pearls, until I had the picture open on my computer.

I keep thinking we’re hot here—and we are, and humid, too. But then I hear from people in other parts of the country and Yikes! How is full, hot summer where you are?

The thread is now open. All topics are welcome.