Dusk: The darkest stage of twilight.
The crickets and the toads are beginning their evening songs.
In a couple of weeks, the lightning bugs will be making their appearance.
I had one lone yellow iris in the garden this year. It was transplanted from my grandmother's garden a couple of years ago. I'm pleased I didn't lose it in last year's drought.
And the nodding columbine sways in the corner, spreading its seeds everywhere. It's one of the most prolific plants in my garden.