|Meadow trail with rising gibbous moon|
I really don't enjoy going outside when it's hot and humid, and it's been that way here for the last few weeks. So, after working in my air conditioned office, I go home after work to my house (where I generally don't have to use the air conditioner because the thick stone walls keep the house tolerable), cook, eat and clean up after dinner, and then watch some television before Kali and I head to bed. Pretty boring, huh?
However, last Sunday afternoon, Kali and I tackled a job she loves to do: pick up broken glass on a trail in my preserve. This glass is not from malicious youths who bust beer bottles. This glass is from the 1920s or earlier. At that time, my preserve was farmed, and one of the farmers used a ravine as a garbage dump. Now, the ravine is eroding deeper and deeper, and the broken glass is washing out of the soil onto one of our trails. The glass drives Kali mad when she sees it. So, we've been making periodic forays to the ravine and trail to collect the shards. There are some really big pieces of glass, and most seem to have been parts of milk bottles. Occasionally, we find pieces of what I describe as blue Delft-ware, but the fragments are always small. Kali likes to go into the ravine and onto the trail after a rain because the water exposes debris after each storm.
On the way back home after our glass collecting expedition, we were crossing one of the large open meadows on my preserve and the sky was bristling with Common Nighthawks catching insects on the wing. I love nighthawks, but only get to see them a few days a year during their fall migration. So, last night after dinner I cajoled Kali to take a walk to see if the nighthawks were there. They weren't, but the evening was really pleasant with relatively cool temperatures, low humidity, and clear blue skies, so we had a nice long walk.