The boundary between summer and fall is always elusive in this part of Texas, more than usual this October as cool nights have you reaching for your jacket in the early morning and the sunny afternoons have you reaching for your shorts. The ground is littered with falling leaves, the woods start to open up, and the sky begins to take on that crisper blue that goes with the authentically cold. But some of the flowers only now get around to blooming, many of them species adapted to the migrating butterflies you see everywhere you look in the afternoon. The sawtooth sunflowers my son and I transplanted in May, gift of
I have been taking walks this week at the oddest times of night, evening before the moon rises, 3 in the morning, and under a full moon at 7AM. The darkness before the moon rise is eerie, even though it is still early. I live across two roads from a small resort lake. There are plenty of weekender houses with no one home right around the lake but fields and small copses of woods around that. It is quiet and dark and you can hear the deer shifting around you. I love my full-moon walks but it’s my dark sky walks that intrigue me most. Intellectually, I know what’s out there, viscerally, not so much.
Another fascinating and great read Thanks.