I was up early this morning, watching the stars as they faded in a pale gray sky. Mist drifted up from the pond and creek to cast shadows across the quiet fields. Nothing stirred except the tip of Malachi's tail as he perched high on the dog lot fence, waiting for the dawn.
This evening I worked outside late, watching the hummingbird dart in the jewelweed and dodging the yellow swallowtail tumbling lazily over the Rose of Sharon blooms. I laid down in the grass beside Lily, to make her wonder and to watch the clouds fade into a silvering sky.