There’s nothing quite like the clear weather that comes after a good storm. The sky seems extra blue, urging you to look up. That’s how I saw a kettle of hawks migrating this morning. Five or six hawks were wheeling around each other, steadily moving in a southerly direction. The bees were back to business as usual, including the Carpenter Bees in the butterfly bush. Plus, an actual butterfly paid a visit: a big, fluttering Black Swallowtail.
It all makes going out to clean up branches and debris a pleasure.