I stayed close to home again this morning. After a couple of hours at Truxtun, I went to Quiet Waters and poked around my favorite spots. I actually though the small centipede was a caterpillar, until I got a close look in the computer.

“NATURE rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,—
Prodigal of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words.”

Emily Dickinson

Today’s bugs.