
Insects and the flowers and trees they use for food and shelter are our neighbors, wherever we live. I measure my year by when the first appear, and when I last see them or hear their nocturnal human on a mid-autumn night, soon to come.
In the spirit of laziness, I’ll point you back to a blog post from Sept 20, 2018 where I celebrate and eulogize our six-legged neighbors, in this re-post noting that THIS is the first year in 30 that I have NOT seen a Locust Borer Beetle on the goldenrod.
Lamenting the slippery slope of class INSECTA.
Your love of these insects shines in this post.