Lots of things may be seen in these long-houred soraraza days.
Calendulas have begun to bloom.
I won’t reveal who this person is. The hair is great, and the hat is extremely well chosen.
At Alley’s Store in beautiful downtown West Tisbury, I noticed someone waiting for their human.
I was not the only one who had noticed.
Next-oldest grandson made tracks at the beach, on a soraraza afternoon.
And in the Wishetwurra Farm garden back home, a female Io moth flew into the greenhouse. Lacking her preferred species, she went ahead and laid her eggs on a tiger lily. We’ll watch the eggs, and at hatching time we will move them to a more copacetic plant, maybe the redbud in the front yard for one egg group, and an oak and a maple for the others.
Outside the greenhouse, the Jet Star tomatoes are starting to spin their turbines.
What is soraraza?
(Day in June….)