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To: elpolvo who wrote (95649)	8/4/2016 6:36:29 PM
From: abuelita	1 Recommendation Recommended By elpolvo Respond to of 104197

here's another great read from croco ..... she gave me the okay to post it here: Night Garden: The dogs and I were just out in the front garden for awhile. We're into a dark sky phase, so the Milky Way glows in a wide band floating above the open air between the tree canopy. A few years ago, while my brother was visiting, we sat out on the lawn taking turns looking up at that band of stars through a pair of high-powered Russian binoculars. We laughed at what we saw -- the sheer number of stars that crowded into the circular field. I don't even need binoculars to feel a little giddy at the sky above the Annapolis River. That same night, my brother and I looked into the brightly lit house from the darkness of the garden. My mother was in the kitchen washing some dishes. Both of the dogs were in the house with her. A small group of bats flew down the stairs from the second to the first floor. They flew into the kitchen with my mother, circled around and flew back into the hall way and back up the stairs to the darkness of the second floor. Sage led the way -- and it would have been Sabrina back then -- following the bats up the stairs. But when they reached the dark bend on the landing, they stopped and stared into the blackness and would go no further. All of a sudden, they turned and raced back down the stairs with the bats right behind them. The bats flew back into the kitchen and around my mother a couple of times, then the whole routine was repeated. Randy and I sat out in the garden watching this crazy bit of pantomime as it was repeated several times. All the while, my mother was unaware of the bats flying about her in the kitchen. So funny to see all of this action occurring through several brightly lit windows. Tonight, I'm alone here. In just a few minutes, I see three falling stars -- meteors -- arcing down from above. One is particularly lovely -- glowing white and falling very slowly, the way some fireworks seem to float softly toward earth. There is a tall stand of Queen Anne's Lace in a dark corner of garden near the front door. The flower heads are the size of dessert plates. The scent is strong and sweet in the still night air. They bring back memories of the Queen Anne's Lace that grew in the white garden back at my old farm in Ontario. Don and I collected white blooming flowers and variegated leaf plants for several years in order to make that garden. Strange how just the sight or scent of flowers can transport you to another time and place, sitting in silence with another who once shared your garden.