Japanese Beetle

A small metallic beetle on a beautiful flower.

Sundown to Sundown

The sun has not kissed our rosey cheeks in many long weeks—rosey from the bite of the winter wind whistling through the trees. The sun dwindles behind pearl grey skies as fall winds to a close. When she does show her face it’s in the break of a squall; slanting across freshly fallen snow. Sudden quiet,…