Most of the wildflowers are gone. Gone to seed, I guess.
But there are other things to see.
Ferns growing amongst a fallen tree.
Little shadows in the stream look like footprints but are some kind of insect.
Water strider? Pond skimmer?
Holes have formed in the rock at the bottom of the waterfall.
We used to find crayfish in them sometimes.
Where did they come from? Where did they go?
We used to see newts, salamanders, and tiny toads, regularly,
but haven't for a couple of years.
Where are they?
A woman came to the store and bought a little guide to bats. She said she used to see lots of bats, but doesn't any more. I realized that I don't see as many as I used to either. That scares me. It all scares me.
By the way, bats are your friend. They eat mosquitoes. I strongly recommend Diane Ackerman's book The Moon by Whale Light, which includes a great essay on bats.
As for the store...everything is on sale and selling. Thank goodness--I don't want to have to carry too much back down the stairs I wrote so much about here! Three more weekends, then I close the door. I hope then I'll take the time to find some answers, instead of just asking questions.