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.

Luna Moth with 7 days of glory

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.

The Last Raspberry

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.

Stop and Smell the Flowers