Too Cool

The cool front that blew in about 36 hours ago has been good for the body but bad for Odonata viewing.

At Lake Cheston, even toward the noon hour, only a few dragonflies and damselflies perched, warming up.  No one was flying.

Sitting in the grass, watching the Fragile Forktails, I thought about fall on the way with it symphony of colors and of winter's snow and fog and of next summer when I shall use a notebook to record the first and last appearances of each family; and then I thought about Charley who looks forward to the visit this week of adult children of friends and next week's visit of a retired Alley actor, and who cannot look forward to next year.

 The female is blue; the male, green.

It has been that kind of day: coolly melancholic.