In my field today Dogbane Leaf Beetles with their shiny green heads and thoraxes and their polished-copper toned elytra made sunlight dance on the Dogbane leaves.
On Black Mountain Indian Pipes looking too fragile to face the sun pushed up through last years leaves. In the mud of an abandoned Beaver pond, St. Johnswort crowded its 5 petaled yellow flowers into every available space. As a bonus, on the summit, the first blueberries were ripe; a sun-warmed taste of the wild which I sampled, while taking care to leave plenty for the bears.
John
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