Posts Tagged ‘full moon’
Big Moon
Like my really big yawn at bedtime last night, the latest supermoon was a commanding presence in the evening sky.
That’s about all I saw of it, as my exhaustion knocked me out shortly thereafter for a precious night’s sleep.
Latest word from Cyndie in Florida is that plans are now in place for her return in one week. That might give me just enough time to get the house straightened up from all the wild partying that has been going on in her absence.
I checked with her last night to make sure she wasn’t missing out on the big moon. It was just as big and bright in Florida. Hope you got a chance to enjoy it wherever you are in the world.
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Playful Moments
Despite the undercurrent of grief and uncertainty for us around the ranch lately, there are still moments of blissful play that arise organically without warning. Over the weekend, Cyndie and I headed out with Delilah to give her another chance to explore of her own free will through the middle of our woods.
That canine radiates like a kid in a candy store when we let her rush around through the trees chasing wherever her nose leads. I’m embarrassed to admit that we tolerate her pauses to root out deer droppings because it allows us to catch our breath after the jungle-gym challenge of navigating branches to keep up with her.
When the trail exits the trees and follows the pasture fence around the property, Delilah falls in line without objection and resumes her usual routine of walking the path.
What she didn’t realize on Saturday was, I had a plan to crawl through the fence to romp with her in the hay-field.
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It is so much fun to watch her reaction when she suddenly catches on to my idea.
“Oh boy! We are going to play in the big snow!”
Although, it wasn’t very big snow any more, after a few days of warmth and sunshine. It’s beautiful to look at, but a hassle to walk, with the crust not being strong enough to support our weight. Delilah had a little easier time of it, but even she broke through on occasion.
When I collapsed from exhaustion, Cyndie pulled out her phone to take pictures of Delilah showing off that she wasn’t tired yet.
Mother nature is a major part of our life out in the rural acres. It can be harsh and wonderful all at the same time. I expect we will get more snow storms as winter plays out, but right now we are dealing with hazards that are more common in March, like dangerously slippery ice from melting snow that has re-frozen.
At the same time, we can play outside without a jacket on. Or, make that “could,” as that warm spell is already over and we are now back to a big chill again.
As I’ve written before, the weather brings adventure to us.
Tomorrow, we get the added bonus of a triple-treat full moon. It will be another “super moon,” with the orbit closest to the Earth. It’s a “blue moon,” because it’s the second full moon this month. Lastly, it will be a “blood moon,” for about an hour with reddish coloring from an eclipse.
What’s not to love about that?
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Didn’t Work
As Delilah and I were walking through the woods on Sunday morning after the overnight accumulation of perfectly powdery snow, we came upon a loose strand of spider web blowing in the breeze, still covered with a collection of flakes. I suppose it might have been the weight of the snow that pulled the line from the web in the first place.
I hastily tried to capture a shot of it with my camera, but before I could successfully set the macro and frame the snowy strand, it broke away and fell to the ground.
It became another image for the batch of those that didn’t work.
Last night as I took Delilah out for her final evening stroll, I was surrounded by incredible beauty, all of which would land in my batch of “didn’t work” images if I tried to capture the scenes with my pocket camera.
The December super moon was illuminating the freshly fallen snow and giving off a priceless glow. How amazing the difference between this experience and the darkest moonless nights of summer around here. There was no need for a flashlight last night.
The sky wasn’t entirely clear, and some high wisps of cloud occasionally reflected a circle of light around the giant ball of cheese. It was simply spectacular. The kind of thing you want to immediately share with the world. You’ll have to take my word for it. I didn’t get any pictures.
It was a “you had to be there” performance.
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Classic Day
We are currently enjoying a string of spectacularly classic summer days. Last night at sunset, the “blue” moon climbed over our horizon in front of a beautifully colored backdrop of sky. The smell of wood smoke from a neighbor’s fire combined with the comfortable temperature, perfect humidity, and almost imperceptible breeze to create an incredibly idyllic ambiance.
It was enough to make a person almost forget that anything could possibly be wrong in the world.
I had wandered down to mingle with the horses after dinner and snapped a few curious images. I really like this odd one that is looking down Dezirea’s neck as she grazes.
I am encouraged that Cyndie has declared we may have enough sand in the round pen after all. I guess I was leaving it a bit deeper than required, so if I can spread it out closer to a 3 inch depth, there’s a chance we can achieve full coverage. That will be one of the priority projects today.
I also have one more pile of lime screenings left to spread over the rills beneath one end of the barn. I’m torn between doing it with the tractor or muscling it with a shovel. The shovel is probably the wrong choice for a job this size, but I’m so much more comfortable with manual control, it’s really tempting.
Comfort just may win out, to match the wonderful weather we’ve been experiencing this week. It’s possible to have more than one “classic day,” isn’t it? I think we’re in for another one, today.
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