08/13/2026
Not much going on that's very photogenic. You really don't want to see brick pointing, and the chimney has only progressed one more tier (five courses) of bricks since that last shot, but there is this.
This is a Monarch, newly-emerged from its chrysalis on a milkweed stalk in a vase of water in the Butler's Pantry and taken out to one of the advanced backcross American Chestnuts out back, about to take flight. It's a male, too, by the dark spots in the middle of a vein in each lower wing.
Occurs to me that this may be the first thing of any merit to be born inside Schwixon since at least 1951. Pets would count, but I don't know of any that lived here after the last Edgar Thomson Superintendent vacated that year, and I don't know of any pets that any of them had before that, either, for that matter. Dixon had no dogs or cats, and I don't either.
This is my first attempt at this, but there are currently three more in the pipeline. (But that's nothing - a friend has raised 11 this year, with 25 more in various stages of development!)