Night Work

In our pastures we have what we call "The Tool Box." It is an eighteen-year-old GMC van that once served John as a plumbing van. It would never pass the California emissions test so now it wanders from pasture to pasture providing shade for sheep and an on-the-spot tool box.
The sheep love the shade and will even crawl under to get really cool.

Well The Tool Box tends to leak so it has to be moved whenever irrigation cyc;es to the area where it has last rested. When John went to move the van yesterday, it had a flat tire. By the time he got around to changing the tire it was dark.

I wish I had my camera and that it would take good night shots. Picture this: It is a crystal clear night with the Milky Way floating across the sky. A cool breeze is wafting in from the north and the new quarter moon is just sinking behind the hills. They are bathed in a halo of silver light. The sheep in their respective pastures are calling good night to each other and their mahs drift softly with the breeze.

At the far end of the pasture, the old Tool Box rests in the yellowing light of the quad, its driver side front lifted in the air. As John bends and swirls the tire iron, a band of sheep stand silent watch in the semi-darkness. The quad light bends around the van and touches their eyes making them glitter blue-green in the dark. It seems to me that a sprinkling of stars have come to rest in the field keeping watch over my husband as he works.