So I looked at the meadow, instead. It's another world down there.
|Mosses, red sorrel, and what looks like Prairie pepper grass, but is only an inch or two tall.|
|Roadside rock moss, and a couple of sporophytes on twisty stems.|
|Caught up with the beetle/bug. Has wings, but never tried to fly. And never stopped running.|
|Indian consumption plant.|
|Spittle bug spit. It was on anything taller than a hand's breadth.|
|Hairy stems of wild strawberry.|
Back on my feet, I looked down at those wild strawberries. They're growing everywhere, flowering prettily, but I've never seen berries here. Maybe this year.
|Two open flowers, four past their prime. Pollinated? I hope so.|