the rohn report

Today a ruby red dragonfly appeared. It was the first sighting of the summer - flying over the surface of the pond and around the edge in lazy loops; occasionally zooming off into the neighbor’s yard and returning again, darting here and there the way dragonflies do, flying straight up in the air. The pickerel weed, moored at the shallow end of the pool, seemed to hold a special interest for him, he rested there, maybe drank some nectar. Maybe, but probably not - dragonflies are predators.They