It started as a regular old Wednesday. I do a quick walk through the gardens, noting that the cosmos troopers are really carrying the show in many places, including along the path to the sheep shed.
By the farmhouse, the reblooming daylilies are showing signs of life, and the phlox, and... oh, let me not list them! There are that many.
I teach today and again I stay in my office late, working on exam questions. And so it's evening by the time I swing rosie by the secondary lake...
...pulling into our path in the golden evening light. The garden looks at its best now, just as the sun is setting.
I note that it's warm outside. Warmer than the morning, warmer than just an hour ago. Nonetheless, the plan is to cook chili tonight and I do that. So many small tomatoes to clean, cut, stir in!
And again I'm tired early. We both are. But wait -- could it be daytime again? The night is so bright!
Sometime after midnight, I wake up and glance out at the dazzling sky. In the distance I see faint signs of a thunderstorm. But above us, the skies are almost clear.
I go outside. Warm! How can it be this warm?!
That moon! it surely cannot be anything less than full!
A September 19th harvest moon -- beautiful and proud.
The cat goes in, the cat goes out. The night passes. The morning is still as warm, no -- warmer! We eat breakfast out on the porch -- of course we do! The last time perhaps...
Yes, the last time.
I sit down and rewrite for the millionth time a very important letter. Just after the noon hour I send it, then I settle down to work.
By the farmhouse, the reblooming daylilies are showing signs of life, and the phlox, and... oh, let me not list them! There are that many.
I teach today and again I stay in my office late, working on exam questions. And so it's evening by the time I swing rosie by the secondary lake...
...pulling into our path in the golden evening light. The garden looks at its best now, just as the sun is setting.
I note that it's warm outside. Warmer than the morning, warmer than just an hour ago. Nonetheless, the plan is to cook chili tonight and I do that. So many small tomatoes to clean, cut, stir in!
And again I'm tired early. We both are. But wait -- could it be daytime again? The night is so bright!
Sometime after midnight, I wake up and glance out at the dazzling sky. In the distance I see faint signs of a thunderstorm. But above us, the skies are almost clear.
I go outside. Warm! How can it be this warm?!
That moon! it surely cannot be anything less than full!
A September 19th harvest moon -- beautiful and proud.
The cat goes in, the cat goes out. The night passes. The morning is still as warm, no -- warmer! We eat breakfast out on the porch -- of course we do! The last time perhaps...
Yes, the last time.
I sit down and rewrite for the millionth time a very important letter. Just after the noon hour I send it, then I settle down to work.
