We love the garden at dusk, as the sun is dropping below the trees and the evening breezes begin to blow through the forest.
The light is soft and the air is cool.
Dusk is when our bats begin to fly. They come up from the ravine to feed; zig-zagging across the garden, across the rooftop, inhaling insects as they fly.
They come in twos and threes at first, and then little by little more fly up from the ravine as stars appear and the sky darkens.
The frogs begin to sing to one another around the pond.
It sounds like a cello and bass playing a slightly out of tune duet.
The cardinals’ staccato calls to one another provide the melody as they settle into the bamboo before nightfall.
Lightning bugs appear in the shrubs and tree lines first, then gradually venture out onto the lawn as night deepens.
They twinkle through the gathering darkness, a ballet of golden lights filling the air as trees recede into shadow.
We inhale the evening sweetness as gardenias and roses release their perfume.
The garden comes to life as darkness falls.
Bats replace birds; moths replace butterflies; toads replace the sleeping lizards, and dragonflies give way to lightning bugs.
The day’s work finished, we can simply walk through the garden one last time and enjoy the magic and beauty of it all.
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014