Today, I found simple joy in the sight of a fading zinnia being more than hospitable to a greedy grasshopper. I'd guess this pretty pink zinnia was wishing his houseguest was home! This is grasshopper season in the midwest...the silence of an evening walk is filled with the sounds of grasshoppers jumping in crisp cornstalks..filling the last of their warm summer days with song, and bold in their attempts to seek the warmth of an open garage door or car window as the chill of evening settles on them. Finding this funny little creature enjoying the late September sun took me back to a fall evening so many years ago, on the front porch of a big white house, curled up next to my mother in a creaking porch swing. The Ant and The Grasshopper, read on a late summer evening, watching grasshoppers jump from flower to flower with three young brothers racing after them.....a home movie of sorts with live audiovisuals! And always, the moral of this story repeated loudly, so the young impatient grasshoppers in our lives could hear....to work today is to eat tomorrow! Maybe I'd better share this age old advice with the guest in my own backyard!