Here’s a little visitor to my porch screen this morning. She (I’m guessing that long appendage at the rear is an ovipositor, the same as female crickets have) was barely an inch long in body, not counting those impossibly long, thin legs. She must be the supermodel of grasshoppers. I’ve never seen one quite like this before, and she was very interested in me, too, following my movements and nervously shifting as I leaned in for the shot. If anyone out there can tell me more about this species, I’d love to learn. I tried searching on Google, found one photo of a similar hopper, but alas, it wasn’t identified. Whoever she is, she's all dressed for the Autumnal Equinox, which arrives in my neck of the woods at 11:44 EDT today.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.