Aisle of raspberries at Caretaker Farm

We must be nearing the end of summer, because the weather has turned hazy, with filtered yellow light settling down over everything. And every afternoon I hear the sound of a particular summertime insect — maybe you know it? The one that sounds like a sizzling electrical wire? That bug means it’s hot, said Dano the other day. It’s true.

Last Friday at the farm I found myself waist-deep in a patch of raspberries, turning over leaves in order to find the ripe ones. Then I found this fellow.

I don’t usually snap shots of bugs or wildlife, but I grabbed my camera. What a summer, I thought. What a place.