After a few distant early-morning electrical storms, the cool front moved in. We had a stunningly clear blue sky, which has now mellowed into a watercolor wash of light gold in the west, moving through dark lavender to a dark slate blue in the east punctuated with the first few stars. The crickets are rioting outside, with their individual noises melding into a constant high tone like an Alvin and the Chipmunks version of Eternal Om. The dew emphasizes the scent of freshly mown hay, and the swallows are performing their regular evening show in the dim light.
I really love Wisconsin in the summer.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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