by Ruth Ann Grissom
November 16, 2017
We have an evening routine in the Uwharries. We wait until dark to saunter down the driveway and close the yellow gate. Even on a moonless night, we can usually find our way without flashlights. We tip our faces toward the sky, drinking in the stars, the planets and the Milky Way. In Fall, we also pay attention to the ground. Our path is often illuminated by pulses of light along the driveway.
It’s a taste of an event Mama witnessed years ago. One night, she happened to look out a window facing the small hay field north of the house. She couldn’t believe her eyes. For a moment, she wondered if thousands of tiny aliens had landed on Earth and settled in the grass. She was accustomed to lightning bugs hovering over the field in midsummer, but on that night the land itself seemed electrified. [Read more…]