August 26th, 2004

caillebotte_man at his window


It has been a night of animals. Around midnight, I went out and saw a large cloud formation extending across seventy or so degrees of sky. It was in the shape of a cat lying on its back. There was the head at the lower left, with two pointy ears, and the forepaws stretched out, and the curve of the body, and the tip of the tail sticking up. Because the clouds had thin strips through them, the cat was clearly tabby striped. It would have been a good time to have a camera capable of taking night shots. I've seldom seen a cloud so convincingly mimic a cat.

Much later, my actual cat was suddenly eager to go out. I stepped onto the porch with her, and heard the soft crunch of gravel across the street. Then I knew what had attracted the cat's attention. I shone my flashlight into the darkness and saw three deer feeding on my neighbor's rose bushes. Not wanting to disturb their snack, I turned off the light and merely listened to them. I heard at least five sets of hooves pass along during the next few minutes. In the dim light cast from my window, I could see my cat intently watching the deer. As the small herd made its way toward the orchard, the sound of their footfalls diminished, and the night was silent but for the song of the crickets. I made my way to the street and directed the light toward the rose bushes. Of the few dozen blooms which had been there last evening, only a few remained.

The slightest of breezes now stirs the trees, inviting me to return outdoors. Perhaps the clouds have cleared enough to reveal Orion again, and bright Venus. Whether they have or not, the morning air is fresh and cool, and I will enjoy listening to the dry grass rustle and the first birds chirp and take fluttering wing.
caillebotte_the orangerie

I Had To Make Coffee!

Sirens woke me. Lots of sirens. I expected to open the window and see the whole town blazing away, but there was no sign of fire anywhere. I still don't know what it was all about, but I think that every emergency vehicle in town went up into the mountains and never came back. And here I am, punchy from insufficient sleep. Nevertheless, it was a lovely late-summery day, the warm air softened by sweet breezes, the sky decorated with small puffs of cloud, the birds happily flying through the sun-sparkled spray of lawn sprinklers. The days are better now that they don't drag on quite so long. The nights are better now that there are more hours of moonlight and starlight. We are less than a month from that day of perfect balance, the Equinox. Apples are ripening in the orchards, and soon the crisp fruit of crisp days will be harvested. Mmmm, pie!