It's praying mantis season here. All summer long I haven't seen a single one, and yet, in the last week I have seen a dozen or more. The one above was a morning visitor to one of our tomato gardens today.
Every time I see a praying mantis, I think of my Dad. He had yew bushes along the front walk of his house, and every year thousands of baby mantises would hatch in those bushes. Even when we had yew bushes in our yard, we never attracted the mantises like my Dad did. I miss seeing the mantises in his bushes, and I miss my Dad.