Happy vernal equinox

Wild asters

Okay, I cannot deny the approaching new season. The night before last, I carried my daughter outside to walk the dog, and we saw our breath for the first time. We saw bright stars (meaning it would be chilly that night) and heard the yips of the coyotes. Their call-and-response routine is really not that common; I probably have heard them only a couple dozen times since we moved. But their calls were heard much more easily through the cool, cricket-free air.