On a recent cool, crisp, morning at Middle Ridge Farm, we stepped out the door and headed to the barn. A stiff breeze off the ridge caused me to snuggle into my sweater as it loosened the leaves of the Chinese Chestnut tree, a fluttering cascade of gold.
Mr. Garner stopped mid stride, “Look, that’s not a leaf, it’s a moth! Where’s your phone?”
While he kindly retrieved my camera-phone, I studied the beauty of a speckled golden-orange Ennmos magnaria (I looked it up) moth. He or she was clinging, upside down to a concrete step, the early morning sun lending the already bright wings a glorious glow, perfectly impersonating an autumn leaf.
A few pictures: