Day One Hundred Eighty Nine: Constellation, consolation

Wandering across the lawn a glance skyward showed the most lovely sky. While not quite a new moon, the dark prairie sky was glittering with contents of the Milky Way. Immediately several obvious constellations are identified. I search my head for the names, dredging from the ancient reaches of that fold in my brain that holds my college astronomy class. Ah, good times.

Thursday, July 8: stuff and nonsense.