Tansy and goldenrod.
Day of calm, with a mix of sun and cloud. This evening, on the deck, dragonflies darting about and picking off flying food bits at a speed that made them almost invisible to the human eye. (They obviously operate at a higher Hertz rate and have a shorter neural path between eye and muscle.) Then, a few minutes later, a dozen gulls operating in the space above the flies (above the trees) using acrobatics much slower than their distant insect relatives, but apparently pursuing the same prey, and apparently almost as effective.

All living things need food; those who wish to survive need to find it. Both the gulls and the dragonflies twigged to a passing food source, and both apparently had a satisfying dinner tonight.

We had steak on the grill, salad, and sweet potato.