My 07-25-25 postcard features a Western Tiger Swallowtail feeding at a mimosa blossom along Odlum Drive. It moved with a quiet grace, one of only three butterflies we’ve seen all summer. These sightings used to be common, almost expected, but now they feel like small miracles. Each one reminds me of what’s slipping away. The decline in butterflies isn’t just numbers; it’s the fading of everyday magic.
It rained on us during our walk, so I didn’t get many pictures. However, it…
My 10/10/25 postcard is a weathered figurine with an oversized head and a single earring,…
My 10/09/25 is a honeybee buried in a violet cosmos, wings glinting in the light.…
My 10/08/25 is a jack-o’-lantern planter sitting atop a cut log, its grin brightened by…
My 10/07/25 postcard features a honeybee burrowing deep into the heart of a flower, dusted…
My 10/06/25 postcard features three chrysanthemum blooms: two are fully open, and one is just…
