1.
Two Spot-winged Gliders hawked back and forth, back and forth, between the endodontist's office and patio fountain. One even "belly-flopped" several times in the chlorinated water. Every tooth appointment should begin like this.
2.
A trip over the bridge to New Hope in search of river access. Instead, I followed a sign that said "
SHRINE," uncertain of what I'd find. Past trailers, homemade houses, McMansions, and a couple of stately old farms I found this: a folk art church created by a Marionite.
And look who awaited me on the altar.
And look who I found in the grass outside.
And look who perches above Mary.
And then, as I reached for the car door, this fellow flew past me, close to the ground: my very first Black-shouldered Spinyleg.
3.
A wander to
Nickajack Dam, where a fisherman told me, "No catfish for the last two years, even since that spill in West Virginia. I've fished here for fifteen years and till two years ago, I caught all the catfish I wanted." And where when I asked two workers emptying the garbage cans how I could get down to the water, one answered, "You're a grown lady. You can go down that closed-off sidewalk and then walk down on the rick-rack. It ain't goin' nowhere and ain't no snakes up in here." No snakes, but plenty of Blue-fronted Dancers, Dusky Dancers, a few Common Whitetails, and one (or two) Cyrano Darners.
4.
Teeth.
That's what Odonates and I have in common.
And the outdoors.
