a dirt road + a pick up truck = happy me
After supper last night, just as the sun was setting,
Batman took me on a little joy ride down to the other side of the ridge.
We pulled over to watch the "sturgeon" moon rise.
A bunch of our neighbors had the same idea,
so it turned out to be a bit of a moon party.
We had to wait while it found its way out of the haze
(caused by smoke from the wild fires in the Pacific NW)!
But there she was, in all of her August glory,
spellbinding and magical.
Sometime in the middle of the night we were awakened
by the coyotes, howling.
And right now, as I type this on the front porch,
neighbors rush to get the last of the hay safely into their barns
before the rain begins.
The cricket song, the hum of the balers, the noise of the evening birds...
Can you hear it?
There is abundance and urgency in the air...
a dichotomy that goes back to the beginning of time.
Sleep sweet, friends.