Willow-the-Wisp

This morning my coffee is poured and waiting;  I couldn't wait to add the photos of the morning events even though my steaming cup will cool to cold before I finish.

He Who Is So Gladly Obeyed gathered the equipment and pails for picking pears.  Our early temps were in the mid 30's this morning and the fruit needs to come off of the tree.  The live trapping of wild pear eaters has helped and we will have pears.  It has been determined that the top most pears, which of course are the largest and most beautiful, are not worth a ladder accident.

Last night was our last swim.  Ken Burns documentary on the parks kept us in the house until almost 9 o'clock, so our swim was truly by moon light and starlight for an hour or so.  The 90 degree + water is pure luxury as we swim a few laps across the pool in the dark.

Night before last we observed the strangest phenomena; it had been a windy day and there were still a few gusts blowing the neighboring tree tops sporadically.  Then in the dark sky, lit just a bit by a half moon, were some white whispy little bunches that I truely thought were a flock of white geese, like the ones I had seen during the day.  The lead bird can keep the flying flock following and this whisp behaved exactly like migrating water fowl.  It would swiftly fly over us and in the near distance it would circle and twist just like a flock preparing to land on a nearby body of water.  About three of these events happened right before our eyes.  There were no clouds in the night sky, none but these small willow-the-wisps, lighted below by the city street lights and the small moon glow overhead.

It was so other-worldly.  I wonder if it happens by daylight and is so obliterated by the sun that it is unseen.

I think last night was the first time the filter hoses were pulled in the moonlight...but better than getting into chilly water later on.  And so another summer passes and we make the preparations for a new season.