Three crows under the waning gibbous moon

I was never much of a number cruncher.

But there is something in me that needs to count things.

The pups and I got an early start today. We left the house in the dark of pre-dawn, under the dim light of a waning gibbous moon. We hustled down the deserted street at a fast pace as the rain had washed away "the good smells."  No one felt the need to braid their lead or stop short or jerk the walker to and fro.

So, undistracted, I started counting - to mark how early we actually were.

I suppose it will become a game...numbers listed at the end of each post. [Only counting on the way to the park. We often dawdle too much in the park to count everything we see on the way home.]

The humidity was better than it has been the last few days, but still high. The clouds in the east were grey and oppressive, but those facing us on the walk west shown bright white with blue shadows. [This makes no sense for a morning walk, but there is was...brighter in the west.]

On our way back up the street we stopped to talk to the lady of the lovely yard. She mourned the fact that the volunteer sunflower would soon be gone. We talked of shrimp plants and zinnias and she reminded me of all the gardeners I have known who shared plants and waited to see what would sprout.

Some say angels hang out in the library. That may be true. I think they hang out in gardens too.


The morning count:

cars - 17 (passing us)
dogs barking - 1
cats - 1 (stealthily prowling)
people in yard - 1
crows - 3 (perched on the dead tree across from the park)
people in the park - 4 (Dewayne, Sissy, running man and man in white truck...weirdly waiting...)

And all under a waning gibbous moon...