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.
Clydesdale horses in a row in the morning. A morning’s worth of harvest potatoes. Rogue caterpillar munching on potato leaves. The mysterious boat by Trim. Emerging imported cabbage moth. A fine delicacy of cabbage maggot. Lettuce no more.
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.