At dusk tonight we went up Humboldt Rd. which rises immediately out of the valley on the eastern edge of Chico. The moon rose over pale tummy hair grass and itchy seed sharers as we wandered the Stilson Canyon north ridge. As we were leaving we heard the gargling chortle of sandhill crane overhead heading south.
This is my favorite time of year and I'm grateful in the midst of fairly constant consternation about human activities to have this wonderful husband who encourages me and us to support our spirits in nature.