Seven deer on the dirt pile just beyond the empty parking lot at 6:30 and then a single deer seemingly stalking me that appeared at the corner of each meadow throughout this morning’s walk, clouds of Cabbage Whites ... more than enough for a gumbo , a weasel stare-down on the trail, juvenile Cedar Waxwing preening, a single morning glory, butterfly eggs on milkweed, chicory and that middle-eastern looking man with the thin mustache, cigarillo, coffee mug and two briefcases.

And last week ... meadows undeered, full-flowered and garishly cinema-Oz-like but thankfully no winged monkeys ... a Red Admiral, Skippers and Clouded Sulphurs on trails lined in raspberry just becoming, thistle, clover, nettle and nightshade at noon as well on another visit a swirled fogging dawn where the dew headed grass narrowed the trails and wetted my jeans, countless tiny orange-bodied spiders hung in the brush, and goldfinch gangs menaced.