Who's missing?
And where do you tend to the sorrows?
There are really good people over on here the Substack platform. Like every other platform, there’s plenty here to avoid. I stick to the writers and artists and thinkers. If you’re new here, maybe check out some of the people I follow.
This is one of the places where I tend to the sorrows; the death of so much of what we have enjoyed, so much of what we have taken for granted, and trying to make meaning of what we are losing by loving these 48 acres and the other than human beings who share their home with us.
Fall has begun and it’s the time of year I celebrate for all the reasons. One being the end of mosquito season. I hate the little biters. But this was a summer almost devoid of mosquitoes and that’s worrisome. They are an integral part of a healthy ecosystem, and important food for our swallows! . I would much rather hate them than miss them.
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Yes. There are hardly any insect splatters on the windshield anymore. And rarely dead critters on the side of the road. Never was a good sight, but at least it signified their presence. Sad.