A queer fellow and a jolly fellow is the grasshopper…
Braver, heartier, keener, care-free enjoyment of life
I have never seen or heard
in any creature great or small.
The life of this comic, the mountain’s merriest child,
seems to be made up of pure, condensed gaiety…
Nature in him seems to be snapping her fingers
in the face of all earthly dejection and melancholy
with a boyish hip-hip-hurrah.
Two-Striped Grasshopper, Melanoplus bivittatus. Big guy. Found in most of the US in meadowy locales.
I’m spending as many moments as possible in the perfection going on outside.
Actual posting will happen later: when tired, dirty, happy, the quickening darkness forces me back inside.
Winter will be here before you know it…
Get out and play today!