Fame is a bee.
It has a song ---
It has a sting ---
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Miss Emily (1830-1886) wrote that, "Fame is a Bee," rather late in her career, chronologists agree. And these photos, taken along the edge of the big marsh pond while stalking a bee, date from two weeks ago --- before the colors faded.
We're in a lull right now. Bright prairie, marsh, field and roadside colors have browned, blending seamlessly into mid-autumn's rusty green, with the exception of bright blue gentians and a few late-bloomers. But the trees haven't yet begun to blaze out. That will happen soon enough.
So worry less and open your eyes wider.
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