Posts Tagged ‘super 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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Turning Trees
Despite the mid-summer-like temperatures over the weekend, the trees are starting to reveal the onset of fall. They aren’t in concert with each other by any means, nor even with themselves, as you can see by this picture.
I was feeling a bit of disappointment last Thursday when I looked at the edge of our woods from a distance and got the impression that the leaves of many of the trees were beginning to just fade to brown and drop off.
There was evidence supporting that on the trails, which are becoming increasingly paved with dried brown leaves. Where is the color?
It is not unusual that our trees change colors at different times, but I am always a bit surprised by the significant difference in timing of the variety of maple trees we have. I suppose it wouldn’t be confusing to me if I would simply figure out the identity of them all. That would likely allow me to discover the typical behavior of each to the changing seasons.
On one corner of the hay shed there is the tree with several limbs already a deep red, while the one beside it on the other corner of the shed, remains all green.
The green one made more sense yesterday, when the mid-day heat felt like it might still be June. I won’t even get into details about how much the grass continues to grow.
I have no complaints about the incredible comfort this weather affords. When we stepped out last evening to watch the spectacle of the full super-moon becoming eclipsed by earth’s shadow, the air was marvelous.
The universe put on quite a show.
We walked down to the gazebo in the back pasture to sit in chairs there and enjoy the view. I was hoping the horses might wander over and share the moment with us, but they opted to stay off in the distance.
On top of all the excitement of the beautiful night and shadowed moon, I spotted two shooting stars. The only thing that could possibly have made it any more impressive would have been a display of Northern Lights (aurora borealis) showing up.
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