Move over Aristotle, Augustine, Hobbes et al and make way for Ferdinand the Bull, the populist philosopher. Stop and smell the flowers – brilliant and unassailable.
The other day I spotted a beautiful moth affixed to the a column on the front of our Inn. Turns out it was a Luna Moth, one of the the biggest in North America, with a wing spread of four and a half inches. Apparently, Lunesta, the sleeping potion, is named after this moth- with a life span of seven days, the connection of drug to moth is somewhat baffling.
My neighbor has a mass of raspberry bushes in his yard; and for the last month I have been picking like a whirling dervish. Fresh raspberries with a dollop of yogurt – yum. Alas, this evening witnessed the last of the raspberries, until the berries rise like a phoenix in the fall.
Maine and the Mid-coast are a cornucopia of beautiful creatures, delectable fruits, and stunning scenery. Ferdinand has it right — stop and smell the flowers.