We drove by Grandpa and Julia's this afternoon to bring them squash from our garden. Ben was reluctant to part with it, but I assured him we were in no danger of running short. No one was home, but we still spent an hour there, looking at the garden and its inhabitants, like this gorgeous hummingbird moth. The dialog on www.hummingbirdmoth.com sounds just like the conversation Ben and I had. And we saw what some other creature had for dinner. Most of the leaves of this plant had been reduced to veins, but there was no sign of the diner(s), and the surrounding plants were untouched.