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Another incredible autumn moon last night (well, OK, autumn doesn’t officially arrive for another couple of days but hey, it’s September).
For months I’ve been trying to egg my partner in crime over on Goose Creek to engage in another moon war but he’s too busy photographing weeds and butterfies.
Oh well.

Somebody in the household experienced a craving for pizza late Saturday night and although I wasn’t the the one with the craving, I was the one who crawled into the Wrangler and journeyed into town to pick up the object of said desire.
Not a total loss. The moon that greeted me as I headed home forced a stop along Sandy Flats Road to set up a tripod and capture some images.
And Dean Martin — yes, Dean Martin — came to mind:

When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
That’s amore!

It must be amore. Why else would I be out on a lonely road on a Saturday night with a pizza in the front seat?

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and a pocket full of sand
I’m a long way from home and I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Not quite sure why Gordon Lightfoot’s lyrics come to mind on this misty morn. Maybe it has something to do with travel plans for tonight and the thought that I will be heading into the path of Ophelia.
Or maybe it’s just laziness. When I quote a songwriter/poet like Lightfoot I don’t have to write much.

The coyotes on the hill behind our home have been howling like mad lately. Maybe they were celebrating the birth of some little ones, like these found just off Sandy Flats Road.

This was the scene far too often Friday night. Our team chasing a Patrick County runner as the FCHS Buffaloes lost their homecoming game 19-7, leaving the team with a 0-3 record.
Patrick County dominated the game far more than the score indicated. The Buffs only score came from an interception by the defense and a fumble recovery stopped the Cougars just when they were about to score again.
This could be a long year.