My husband spotted two Luna Moths the other day. They had just emerged and were drying out.
I’ve only ever seen one before, despite that fact that we have cherry, willow, and persimmon trees (all of which are host plants), on our property.
Note the grape-sized persimmon for scale. This is a BIG moth.
They don’t have mouths and will live only one week.
I’ve been given 54 years already: what riches. It makes me embarrassed to squander even a moment. I like how Mary Oliver said it: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
