Saturday evening at twilight we gathered in the field, anticipating the full lunar eclipse.
Adam built a fire in the fire pit. We ate smores. He and Julia sat there for hours, nibbled by insects, enjoying an event he's been longing to see all his life.
Don't get your hopes up. My phone camera was not up to the task of capturing any decent pictures of the eclipsing moon. It was fascinating to see, especially the first half of the partial eclipse when the moon was clearly not any shape it is normally supposed to be.
Beside my front porch are a few rose bushes, including one yellow. It's still blooming.