On this last day of August, my fingers are clinging to summer. It is my favorite season here in Cache Valley. The warmth, the green grass and trees with clear summer air, and the inviting mountains all combine to make it a season that I enjoy. But seasons come and go and a crisp Fall will soon be on its way. It was 52F this morning so the evaporative cooler fan did a good job of cooling the house down for the day.
I was enjoying an early morning (7:45) read on the deck late last week as the sun began to flood the valley. As its rays reached Hyde Park, I felt the warmth then enjoyed a treat as the light did its art work in our grass. The dew drops on the top of each blade created a prism and a dazzling display spread out before me as the clear drops began to turn into violet colored drops of "paint". I wasn't able to fully capture the scene but you can get an idea of it in my photo with the blue around each drop.
This time of year also signals the hunt for the Monarch caterpillar. I have been able to gather adequate specimens in the past to supply Louise's class. She has a nice home where they can form their chrysalis then the children can enjoy seeing them turn into the beautiful butterflies. All I could do this year was to go along with Louise and show her my hunting grounds and she had to do the work. Gratefully, we were successful in our hunt. I found it interesting in my internet research this morning that the Spring (1st generation) through the 3rd generation insects only live 2-6 weeks (egg through adult stages). The 4th generation (the one we are dealing with) comes out of the chrysalis in September and migrates to southern California or Mexico and lives 6-8 months where the cycle begins anew.
Last Thursday the doctor took out my stitches (the surgical site looks good) and put on a cast. Oh that original "two weeks of no weight bearing" has turned into a total of six weeks (four weeks in the cast). Oh well, as long as it turns out as hoped.
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