Evidence, but no deer

Walk began with greeting from the mighty Dash and walking partners. It was lovely and temperate. Glancing back we noted a full moon just over the neighborhood tree-line.

We felt the park's coolness and, with the breeze (warm moist breath) to the north, wandered to the meadow with expectation. But the road evidenced we would see no herd - no tracks. And so we saw no feeding deer, no white flags fleeing. Though Paddy noticed the grass pressed down along the road. This must be a crossing as the scent and grass gave witness.

We are at the end of the brilliant wildflower show. Seed heads are still damp to the touch - must wait to gather any.

Small yellow-green globe in the street along the uphill stretch home - tennis ball? Osage Orange?

Osage Orange. No others around and no Bois D'Arc in evidence. Must have been the leftovers of children playing - wondering at the crazy looking things.

Our trio sang us home...on with the day.