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| Nature takes its course as a bee feasts on this tiny dead snake (what kind is it, boys and girls?). |
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| This is grass. Grass is pretty. |
(UPDATE: My buddy Mike Overacre, who knows these things, tells me the blue snake is actually a dead green snake. The yellow pigment drains out upon death--or maybe the bee sucked it out.)
Took a walk for a couple of hours in the woods a bit ago and it was mostly uneventful, a bit on the warm side and quite sunny.
It was a day to pay attention, to look for detail and I found some in the ripe blackberries, the tall grass seed, the mystical white butterflies, the rotting logs and a lone bee feasting on a small, dead snake of bright blue. I couldn't identify the snake, but I knew the bee.
Nature is grand.
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| The white butterflies played well on the blue flowers. |
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| The blackberries are pretty, but not so tasty. |
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| And the obligatory Editr-Pampa selfie. |
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