What a sense of achievement today! I walked to visit a friend, not far, maybe ten minutes and all downhill but I did it with no problem (still using my crutches of course) and had such a good time. Thank you for a fascinating morning, D.
A blogging friend kindly sent me a wonderful photo of the Harvest moon rising last night. As for us, clouds obscured his view of the eclipse but who needs that when the Moon herself makes such a show the following evening!
Moon by Plum Creek
I have long loved this poem by Ted Hughes – The Harvest Moon.
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
For Calvin.
