Last night’s full moon, the Pink Moon, called pink as this is the season of much pink blossom, came on a clear night, much to my delight. I do love seeing the full moon.
In Truro today for some quick shopping, the sun was shining on the front of the cathedral and lighting up all the glorious stonework.
The Forget-me-not border has some white Bluebells popping up and they look lovely. 
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. 
I had always thought allotments were for the growing of vegetables and fruit. I hadn’t realised how many flowers there would be all over the place. We have flowers planned for our patch too.
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.
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