Time of Wind-blown Seeds

We drink wine every night with dinner, so most of the time our blog's salubrious equanimity has a 13% alcohol content. It's really much better that way, otherwise you'd hear even more of the squeaky wheels, the random discontents, the philosophical conundrums of life. Who needs that? We spare you the details. We rest our hoarse voices, our staggering outrages, our tragic disbeliefs. We put you, our dear guests, in the spare bedroom and speak in less than a whisper so as not to disturb you. We're here, but our inner door is closed and we retreat from the world. Make yourselves at home, we'll show up sooner or later.
Meanwhile, we photograph the gorgeous parade of butterflies as they come tripping through the yard sipping nectar at the aptly-named Butterfly Bush.
We finally say "screw the prospective buyers who might be confused by sheet strips on the windows," and re-hang the sheets, but not before I bury a fourth bird after it has struck a deadly leafy reflection in hard glass.
It's simply down time in the August of summer, even here where the skies have been as gray as winter. We watch wind-blown seeds sail across the landscape, a hint of fall and then another winter. We're just living life, harvesting veggies, doing crossword puzzles and laundry, feeding the cat and the birds.

All these beautiful wings are slightly torn upon closer inspection.

1. Lorquin's Admiral (Limenitis lorquini)
2. Lorquin's Admiral (Limenitis lorquini)
3. Red Admira (Vanessa atalanta)
4. Western Tiger Swallowtail (Papilio rutulus)