M: "When do the mosquitoes come out? Would they be out now?"
P: "They generally start in about sunset."
M: (returning from a trip to her car) "Nothing yet. It's lovely outside."
We sit companionably on the bench. Soon, I got cold. The mosquitoes must find it too cold, too, as none show up.
P: "Are you cold?"
M: "A little."
The sun has set.
P: "If we're going to stay out here, I think I need a sweat shirt."
M: "Me, too."
The sky is clear, full of cool points.
M: "Is that the Milky Way?"
P: "Yep. If we go out back, the stars will show up better. Do you want to drive out to the center line of the farm?"
M: "No. I'm too much of a wimp."
P: "Well, I'll drive."
So, the show adjourns to the mid point in the freshly mowed hay field.
M: "Look at that! That's the big dipper! It's so bright!"
P: "The little dipper is over here, upside down. I think that bright spot down low is a satellite."
We move to the far side of the 80 acres, where the farm yard lights don't distract from the show.
P: "For best viewing, we should be lying on our backs, looking straight up. There's the bow and arrow. Whose sign is that in?"
M: "The grass is too wet. If this was a normal summer night, we could."
Eventually, we came in, but it was after midnight. So much for going to bed at 10:30 to be able to get up early and enjoy the morning...
