We hoped to see the lunar eclipse. Well, correction, I hoped to see the eclipse, mr Dog hoped to see bunnies. He saw imaginary bunnies (if not real ones), but I didn’t see the eclipse. First it was too cloudy, but just in time the clouds evaporated. Then, however, I realized that light summer nights don’t allow for moon gazing. At 11 pm, it was still way too light, and the moment of the eclipse had passed.
It was a lovely night anyway, a cold night, but I like cold summer nights. The roses blossomed in the rose garden. It had rained. In the orchard, the trees are bearing fruit — albeit unripe and very very tiny. In the background, of the first picture below, is the vineyard.
I can’t say why the next picture appealed to me, but it did. In a mysterious way.