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Perfect Evening

Yesterday evening, I went over to Lake Crabtree and went walking.

The fields are full of swamp sunflowers, the sunflowers are full of bees and butterflies, the sun was setting across the lake in that crazy fuscia-red shade, the herons were striding grimly through the marsh, and it was just...perfect. A single perfect gem of an evening. I went walking down the sunflower path to the woods, scattering wrens and miscellaneous sparrows. A lone kingfisher went chattering overhead, swooped low over the water, and landed on a spar. The air smelled spicy and faintly sweet, and butterflies hung off the sunflowers, flapping drunkenly in the throes of nectar inebriation. A ragged-winged swallowtail careened overhead, nearly hit me, corrected, and landed on a nearby flower. I was unable to shake the feeling that if I'd leaned in close enough, I'd hear it giggling.

I looked down the path, and saw two deer, right at the edge of the path, watching me. A buck and a doe, the buck with a fairly small, spiky rack, now out of velvet. The doe retreated, but the buck stood there for several minutes, trying to decide whether I was worth fleeing or not. Eventually I looked away, following a Carolina wren that went skittering through the sedge, and when I looked back, he was gone.

I eventually walked back, around the edge of the lake, and saw a Pepperidge Farms Warbler Assortment hanging around in the grass, the low trees, and through a willow on the edge of the water. Identifying fall warblers can be a miserably frustrating exercise, and I don't know half of what I saw, but the first-year American redstart was clear--yellow tail stripes diagnostic--as was the tail-waggling of the prairie warbler (a bird which, with the usual precision of ornithology, doesn't hang out on prairies at all.) And both of those were lifers, which was just the final fillip on a gorgeous evening.

Much of my life is still painful and occasionally exhausting, but as long as there are occasional evenings like that, it's worth it.

That sounds perfectly lovely.

This is completely orthagonal to the subject of your post, but I thought you might enjoy this report with pictures from a Ganesh festival:


Love Ganesh, but I wanna see his mousey!

Grim herons! That reminds me of Gearworld! The "great grim heron" from Jan. 16th. I've been reading Eland's blog, finally, all the way thru. I got to the last one and I said out loud, "Noooooooo..." because I am far enough removed to realize there will not be anymore...though, of course, I still hold out vain hope for the stories I started out with. A certain beautiful love story, a certain impossible mission with delightful characters...So, yes, I was working at the gearworld connection, because I wanted to say this.

I was at my college's meeting place, and there was a poster. Apparently, Justin Snodgrass won the dodgeball tournament, along with his team. And also, he's in a fraternity! He is, in fact, a Brother Snodgrass! That amused me inordinately. I should probably warn him to watch out for giant ornate staircases.