Sky Night Light

In the evening after a good rain, and we have a good rain almost every day lately, the sun will often slide through the dark broody clouds and rest its benevolent underwater eye on the landscape.

The greens change to  lime,  the golds to rich honey and there is just so much forgiveness in the sky.

We all shine in rude health in this light. When we were kids we could call this “One of those Nights”.  And no you may not hum the song as you read.

John gets up early in the morning so he goes to bed early in the evening which means that when I see the light changing I can grab my Camera House and walk straight out the door without a word -barefoot into the wet grass with the dogs into the golden-ing light.

And the gathering threading fingers of the night become ours. The sky is changing her cloak. The golden lining flashing as she throws it high, soon the dark with descend.  Soon it will settle down onto her shoulders and she will  be gone.

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After the lights are gone and the sky has settled  into blackness, the dogs and I  go back inside followed by the occassional roll of far away thunder. The horn blowing to announce the arrival of the next storm at our rain station.

Yesterday Daisy showed the first real signs of wellness.  When she saw me climb through the back fence with her bucket of zuchinni and split tomatoes drizzled with molasses, she flung her head up and actually broke into a trot. She has not done that since her injury.  Chicken steps. She is improving.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

miss c