Things had a similar appearance at 3am today. That is not too long ago; the memory lingers on. Some cow mooed angrily and repeatedly – in the pasture closest to the house – demanding that her calf answer her. The calf answered, after a dreadfully long and suspenseful wait.
This kept on, until it was necessary to get up and check things out. Results of the investigation were clear: there had been no excuse for this.
But on the walk back, the Moon kept us company, to the extent of lighting up the elderberry bushes, now in full bloom. The fragrance of those elderflowers is intoxicating, at 3am or at any other time. The Estate Vintner makes sparkling wine from those flowers, which activity is keeping us busy these days.
Despite the fact that we have now, technically, a gibbous moon, it will still be bright tonight. Maybe I should find a newspaper to leave on the living room floor, to read by moonlight when the beams wake me up.