Reluctant mid-morning chore: weeding among mosquitoes. But outside the door is a cloud of hovering dragonflies, maybe thirty or more, hovering delicately about five or six feet off the ground. The yellow-brown dragonflies are small and therefore recent hatchlings. I had never seen so many little ones like this assembly, and they are a delight to behold. The weeding goes on perfunctorily, perhaps unaffected by the presence of the dragonflies. But I like to imagine that the mosquitoes were just a little more cautious all morning.