Such fine light
Tuesday, 18 December 2018
Midafternoon I got a text. From spouse. Who was getting something from the car out front and…wha? Why a text, I thought, as I checked the words. “Sandhill cranes!”, I read. And headed for the door to listen. Yup. And I looked up. A big crowd/group/bunch of them wheeling and circling. So so special.
Okay, more landbound…and oak-leaf hydrangea in full fall crimson.