July 12, 2025
Good morning!
It’s Saturday, and we have a visitor. I found him sleeping off the effects of an all-nighter by the front porch light.
He is a blinded sphinx moth, but his birth certificate says “Paonias excaecatus.” Imagine being so lucky as to have more than half of your name composed of vowels?
“There is all the poetry in the world in a name.”
—Henry David Thoreau
Onwards,
Clara
p.s.—Our friend has no interest in wool except, perhaps, in the form of a cozy sweater for chilly mornings.
I immediately saw a chipmunks head with a peaked party hat on!
Early one morning last week I found three of these lovelies on the floor of the post office. Light on overnight in there and they flew in the partially open door, were trapped. I carefully lifted them singly and released them outside felt a good way to start the day! Now I know their lovely name…