The time changed this week. Milking time is now long after sunset, so I must milk in the dark. There are many phases of dark at Thistleglade, ranging from the inky blackness of a moonless night to the shadowy silvers of the full Moon. Each darkness brings its own essence and magic to Thistleglade and I go out with no light of my own to fully appreciate the beauty of the night.
I have enjoyed milking under the full Moon this week. Under her light, the bare trees are once again shrouded in mystery and the shadows shift over secrets waiting to be discovered. Dry leaves rustle in the slightest breeze and sparkle in the silvery light. A small puddle becomes an enchanted mirror one merely has to touch to be transported to another world.