An autumn gift

I cracked the egg painted with a dragonfly last night. I've treasured it for a long time so I felt quite sad.

 Then this morning I found a dragonfly chilled by the night, its wings burdened with dew drops.

I picked it up to admire it and in the warmth of my hand it began to revive.

I took a couple of one-handed pics

Then I put it in a dry place under the yellow chrysanthemum, and in an hour it had gone.

I have had a dragonfly on my finger. 

(Surely everyone keeps a camera by the pots of chrysanthemums, just in case of dragonflies?)