“Funnel clouds sighted in western Mass.” —Boston.com
This picture was taken in Sunderland half a mile from where I live, in the backyard of a farmstand that sells me zucchini and ice cream.
For two days straight now, on the old Dingle road, we find dead butterflies, Monarchs, their wings stiff and bright, the soft black butter of their bodies wriggling with ants. Angels, tigers. The natural industry of dying.
Woo western Mass!