Deep in the middle of a misty night when the moon was a strange blur of tarnished silver drifting among fog clouds, Nature provided the antidote to my sleepless night.
An invasion of ground squirrels had devoured my fairy primroses— my only attempt at early spring color in my winter-plundered garden—leaving me quite fretful. This led me out to my front yard at 3 a.m.
The only sound was the distant murmur of a drowsy rooster from the horse ranch down the road.
Although massive ...