Last night’s full moon was magical. We’d had cloud cover for most of the day so I was hoping against hope that there might be a break in the clouds as the moon started rising – and there was! The photo is of the moon rising over our back hedge. It’s called the Pink Moon around the time of April, when the moss pink, or wild ground phlox, is in blossom. The name was used by the Algonquin tribe, as well as by colonial Americans.
We picked rhubarb today, some from the main plant and some from the forcer which is such a pretty pink. It’s all in the dish here ready for the topping to become Different Every Time Pudding.