6:15, before the sun rose. No songbirds — they are no longer nesting, but I hear some crows, and in the trees a red squirrel is chirping at me.It's cool this morning in Minnesota (51F). Everything is covered in dew. Some plants' leaves are closed tight, new flower buds are swelling and ready to pop, old rose petals fall to the ground. The night things are still about. Tiny snails glide across the patio. Rabbits dare to hop across the lawn. And the blooms of the night, toadstools and mushrooms, pop and thrust out of the soil with visible urgency. The air is very fragrant at the moment, of pine and musk roses.