Nectar

It rained last night. At first I thought I'd been dreaming, but when I slid out of bed for a sip of water, I heard it ticking on the roof.

After the clouds moved off to the east, the sun came out warm and the place came alive with birds, butterflies, and as it turns out, snakes.

I'm not surprised because it seems that wildlife is trying to take every last bit of nectar from summer. Today as I cut the grass, my mind was elsewhere as if often is.

Just then I saw something ahead. I knew at once it was a black snake, but the sun gleaned off its back turning it into a slithering silver ribbon.

I stopped the mower to let it pass unmolested into the tall weeds at the edge of the garden.

When I finished cutting, I parked the mower and headed toward the gate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flutter of butterflies dancing around the last of the zinnias. Obviously I had to snap a quick photo.

I hope you all have a remarkable Sunday.

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