As summer turned to fall in September 2009, an adult fork-tailed bush katydid dined on one of our rose blossoms. Once I discovered they were eating the rose petals I stopped pruning the flowers after they lost their aesthetic appeal and only cut them once the petals fell off. Which worked out well for both the katydids and myself, as they loved the roses and I loved watching them.
With its long legs sticking up towards the top of the rose blossom, it looked to me as if this fork-tailed bush katydid nymph had gone down a slide, but its playground was its dining room. We still have a few rose bushes remaining, this one included, but I haven’t decided if they will stay, as while I don’t like them the katydids love them, and I love the katydids. But these bushes are old, decades old, and their thorns are malevolent.
I had the nicest dream last night, which is certainly not the norm.
It was a sunny afternoon, and Templeton and Scout and I were all playing in the backyard, just like we did every summer afternoon. It was one of those dreams that just goes on and on, nothing but the three of us playing. When it was time to go in, I went to the door and called the cats. They came running to me, and as Templeton ran up to me he vanished before my eyes.
Gone but not forgotten.
Today’s picture comes from this summer, I had taken them outside after work like always. It was getting late in the evening but still plenty of light so not time to go inside. Scout was sitting in front of one of the rose bushes when a scrub jay landed on the roof, causing her to look up.