Another hard frost this morning, and the hummingbird feeder is frozen solid.
(Why, you ask, is the feeder hanging out there when the last ruby-throat fled south two months past? Is it possible that we are still in denial about the talons of winter sinking in?)
But here is the stuff of evolution. Long after most of the brown-eyed susans sent their seeds to ground and withdrew in retreat, one lonely stand has insisted on a late bloom. Despite the nights' frosts and the days' stingy sun; despite the demise of the pollinators, they are trying out November. And as global warming continues its march (and November loses its ice), maybe it'll be these flowers with their out-of-sync genes who will be colonizing it.
Photos by A.B.