Gentle spirit

This post is dedicated to Betty R., who lost her son a year ago.

I am carrying her heart in my heart today.

This morning, this baby hare sat quietly for a long moment beneath the lantana. When she saw the camera, she ran into the underbrush.

This Painted Lady butterfly is often seen in autumn. Today she nectars on the lantana while I photograph the baby hare.

A regular visitor, this stout toad sits silently on a damp spot behind a flowerpot and waits for an unsuspecting insect.

I am remembering his gentle spirit today.

And you are in my thoughts and prayers.