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This week was full of many light little things… the kind of things that fade away without noting, but the things that make this time of year so looked-forward to.
Last night was one of those special, restless, deliciously disturbing nights where the weather was perfect – breezy and cool and the moon a round, full plate of silvery enchantment.
The sun is amazing, but I’ve always been a moon kind of girl. Unlike sun’s obvious blaze, the moon has a mystery and magic; a cool, shimmering, unsettling kind of beauty. The kind that makes you just a little bit crazy…
Last night the moon was the biggest full moon of the year. And with the still, clear, inky sky and perfect weather – pretty exceptional. I hope you made time to go out and moonbathe – a shame to sleep through such a treat. If not, check out this slideshow from moonwatchers around the world – pretty cool stuff – thanks HuffPo.
I went to the garden about midnight and enjoyed the shivery magic. We should really spend more time outside at midnight… a whole other world by moonlight.
This summer weather is now starting to seem more normal to me, but my sense of timing is still off. I’ve carefully started all my seedlings and am raring to get them in the ground, but prudence tells me to wait. You know my friend Prudence don’t you? I’m really trying to be more like her these days…
We’re still so behind on rain here. Be careful what you wish for, isn’t that what they say? You know, THEM. They always have lots to say. Anyway, all winter I whined about being tired of mud but I surely wouldn’t be so foolish as to complain about it today.
You say you don’t remember my whining? That’s really kind of you, but I know it’s true. Three of my recent whiny laments:
A few more firsts:
Lazy Ladies………. xxxxxx and Men……
Remember in the winter how the Ladies wouldn’t go into the barn? Well, annoyingly, now that it’s summer they want in all the time. It may not be beautiful on the outside, but it gets a great cross breeze and the Ladies have found a real fondness for their new digs.
The men on the other hand prefer this grove of shady trees to their barn.
And a bit of a disappointment : (
You didn’t forget my entry into the New York Times Essay Contest did you? Well, you won’t be reading it in the New York Times because we didn’t win. But I’m still feeling good about our effort and really enjoyed the winning essay. Here’s a link to the winning essay & finalists if you’d like to see what you think. Good reading all. Not to worry, our spirits are undaunted and we live to submit another day.
What small events marked your week?