Things that go Wow! in the night

Way past Gringo midnight and the silly dog had to go out. Sigh. Things need to be more convenient.

Dressed in pajamas, I removed the door block and opened the slider, admonishing her to come right back.  She didn’t. Nor would she come when called. Bravo, our Shiloh shepherd, would have been more than happy to come in, but he is our night watchman,  

with a voice and set of teeth to scare off any prowler.

So here I am typing instead of sleeping. But it was an amazing day. I splashed in the little un-named seasonal stream that wanders near the house (okay, I named it the Arroyo Victoria because who is going to care but me, plus Metric Man thinks it’s a hoot) and found a partly built dam!

Ideas flooded my brain, but I was brought back to earth by a friend who told me about all the permits needed to dam a stream, even a small one. Another friend suggested beavers. Nah. Have you ever tried to organize a crew of beavers?

But what I really wanted to tell you was how good the night smelled as I stepped onto the patio to call my Bravo. Cool and fresh and filled with the scents of things that get pollinated at night. Bats and bugs (not true bugs, just other things with six legs), moths with tongues that unroll to 10 inches or more (25 centimeters) and even ants attracted to scents of things that perfume the night air to attract those pollinators. It was heavenly.

Then I sneezed. Evidently one of those night-scented blossoms doesn’t get along with my sinuses. Still, it was a charming night. Down across the valley to the lake were small spots of light, fireflies rising and dancing for mates, then the lake and the lights beyond and all the while the scent of flowers.

I know I have night blooming jasmine and reina de la noche, the angel trumpet, but off somewhere in the forest are more things blooming, perhaps soldier plants and some of the family Mimosoideae with white tufts that moths love. And I want to be out there in the night and watch the dances and track down the scents, but even my boots aren’t thick enough for the snakes that prowl in this evening weather with the earth warm enough for them to be hunting.

So I just stayed on the deck and breathed until Princessa came in and we headed for sleep, pausing just long enough to get this into the computer.torleyheader062314

 

need to be more convenient.

Dressed in pajamas, I removed the door block and opened the slider, admonishing her to come right back.  She didn’t. Nor would she come when called. Bravo, our Shiloh shepherd, would have been more than happy to come in, but he is our night watchman,  

with a voice and set of teeth to scare off any prowler.

So here I am typing instead of sleeping. But it was an amazing day. I splashed in the little un-named seasonal stream that wanders near the house (okay, I named it the Arroyo Victoria because who is going to care but me, plus Metric Man thinks it’s a hoot) and found a partly built dam!

Ideas flooded my brain, but I was brought back to earth by a friend who told me about all the permits needed to dam a stream, even a small one. Another friend suggested beavers. Nah. Have you ever tried to organize a crew of beavers?

But what I really wanted to tell you was how good the night smelled as I stepped onto the patio to call my Bravo. Cool and fresh and filled with the scents of things that get pollinated at night. Bats and bugs (not true bugs, just other things with six legs), moths with tongues that unroll to 10 inches or more (25 centimeters) and even ants attracted to scents of things that perfume the night air to attract those pollinators. It was heavenly.

Then I sneezed. Evidently one of those night-scented blossoms doesn’t get along with my sinuses. Still, it was a charming night. Down across the valley to the lake were small spots of light, fireflies rising and dancing for mates, then the lake and the lights beyond and all the while the scent of flowers.

I know I have night blooming jasmine and reina de la noche, the angel trumpet, but off somewhere in the forest are more things blooming, perhaps soldier plants and some of the family Mimosoideae with white tufts that moths love. And I want to be out there in the night and watch the dances and track down the scents, but even my boots aren’t thick enough for the snakes that prowl in this evening weather with the earth warm enough for them to be hunting.

So I just stayed on the deck and breathed until Princessa came in and we headed for sleep, pausing just long enough to get this into the computer.

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