On Sunday Dexter and I headed out hunting. (not for ducks) The leaves are more weighted in the brown, less colorful hues, and the ground was fairly wet….I found a lot of lichen, a feather(!!!!)…I found in the grasses lovely leaves…lovely, veiny, vibrant leaves and I plucked them from the earth giddy with thoughts of my fountain pen. I laid them out on the examining table(aka white sheet of paper) they had all wilted, they looked sad and withered and I instantly felt horrible. I non-stop drew them…till my hands hurt so as their life would not have been completely wasted.
I set the alarm for 4:30…woke to see a hazy sky with a tinge of red dusting the rooftops….no Blood Moon for me and the kids!