“When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper’s–he takes the lead In summer luxury–he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.” John Keats

I just really never really took the time to appreciate the lowly grasshopper. They are intricate, interesting and a feast for the eyes. ††† en theos ††† jim work