
Fun times with the nature journal club. Turns out that adult tarantula-hawk wasps eat milkweed nectar, when they’re not catching tarantulas and laying their eggs in the paralyzed bodies. How sweet.

Postage stamps are tiny works of art that represent a moment in time and culture. What a pity that they are used so rarely anymore. Even I, inveterate maker and sender of cards and letters, have greatly reduced my use of stamps this year. Instead, a phone call on a birthday has felt sufficient — but is it really? I want to get back to my practice of sending snail mail. I can’t keep using the fire as a mental excuse.

Ventura County has nearly 40 museums; maybe I’ll get around to visiting (and sketching at) all of them. The closest one is right here in town, and it’s quite charming, with a mixture of history and contemporary art.

We found a late-blooming Plummer’s mariposa in a rocky part of Serrano Canyon, as well as running water! We’d crossed the dry creek bed several times on the way up there, so it was a real surprise to see Serrano Creek blurbling along at this point. It seemed a good place to stop for a while, then head back.
Last journaled here.

The torch cactus is native to western Argentina, and is commonly sold in nurseries in North America. It reaches 2 metres in height, and like many cacti, has big showy flowers that open at night. There was a pollen-drunk bee buried so deep in this one, I only noticed it because of the movement of the stamens.