The garden is full of sights, sounds, and smells. I can hear (in the absence of planes overhead and a moments pause in dueling lawn services) the acorns falling from the Pin Oak onto the roof. Rap. Rap. Rap. The cicadas are beating their drums looking for a mate. The wind chimes are a symphony in the slight easterly breeze. The air is filled with the perfume of phlox, gardenia, and jasmine. And, an interesting dragonfly (a female Sympertrum vicinum) is getting on with it's business.