Greetings from a rainy Memorial Day weekend. It almost always rains here on this weekend. Strange. We have no outdoor plans, with the exception of yard work that can wait, so it's all good.
Both Tom and I love twilight (not the books, though they're ok by me). Lately we've been going outside just as the sun goes down to watch the bats fly around the labyrinth field. We think we have 4 this year and they are more than welcome in our space. If we stand very still they come really close to us, but they move so fast we have to be really paying attention to see them. Love bats. And frogs. At twilight they are just singing their little hearts out.
The other thing I love about being out at this time of night is watching the solar lights all come on. I love me some outdoor solar lights. Maybe a little too much, but it's so cool to be outside and see those little lights just glowing away. They all come on at different times, too, I suppose because of where they are placed.
The first one to come on every night is the red flame up near the house. I know you can't really tell that it's on by this picture. You'll have to trust me.
Next I go out to the field and wait for those to come on. The first ones are always the two by the bench.
The globes come on a little later. I'm fascinated by what causes all these lights to come on at different times.
Last spiral lights to come on are the ones hanging at the entrance. The one on the left side is always the very last one.
Then I walk back toward the garden that used to be the veggie garden. Tom has reworked it to be herbs and perennials and put lights all around it. We're calling it Diagon Alley now because the paths are a little twisty/turny. And, any reason to pay homage to Harry Potter is a good thing.
Losing light quickly now, so I go around back to the garden tended by our sweet monk.
He is so dear standing there by the iris. The birds have disrespected his head a bit. Maybe today's rain will remedy that.
The lights by the pathway create an interesting pattern. They remind me of small lighthouses.
Finally. the three at the back. They randomly change color. It was so dark by the time I took this last picture that it was hard to get a good image.
This yard is continually a work in progress, but it is a joy, no matter what time of day or night. It is a beautiful place to call home.