The fields were nearly finished at this point, but there were still some stragglers. A particularly interesting lepidopteran larva, for instance. And of course those aphids just never know when to quit.
The fields had drastically slowed down in September, with nearly every crop getting ready to be harvested. Still, some lepidopterans remained vigilant in their fight for survival in the shifting seasons.
Frogs wanted, dead or alive. Spiders waiting for lunch while others gorge on a Thursday morning in the dew on an island. Cabbages speak words of imported caterpillars. Horses in the mist and burning leaves.