Saturday, August 1, 2015
Shine On Blue Harvest Moon
My sweet mother was a songster. She taught me the words to all those old songs. We then would sing them in the car or around the beach camp fire. So when a situation calls for a song, I always have one. From church hymns to kindergarten songs, I am your go-to person.
We have each spent the day doing something fun and apart. Jack was in a golf tournament. Even when this weather of ours sizzles, he is on the course. He knows that the rains will come. I was off on an adventure explored a beloved place. We each came home tired, but happy. Then we showered and were off again.
This time we went to a place close to our home situated high on a hill with an unobstructed view of the eastern horizon. The sky was still pink and blue as the sun had just barely set. Jack turned of the motor and we began the wait. We were waiting for the blue moon everyone was anticipating. Two full moons in the month of July! The horizon outlined the mountains all purple. We waited. Jack was keeping me laughing. He said that we are to wait for the moon; the moon does not wait for us. We waited. The evening was setting in and the air was balmy after such a hot day. Not a cloud in the sky and we waited. Jack said good things happen to those who wait and he put his hand on my knee and winked. We waited.
A small bright orange sliver could be seen between the mountains and the show began...... slowly, gracefully and just for us. The moon continued to rise and in the clear sky, against the blue and pink and purple, its bright orange color was amazing. I read in a book the description that so fit what we saw: the moon looked pasted in the sky. I love the metaphor. It so fit the moon last evening. We waited and watched as it rose keeping that orange color. So beautiful!
So Jack and I did the cornball thing.......... we sang my mother's song, the one she taught me when I was small: Shine on Harvest Moon. We sang it quietly and only to one another. It was fun.
Did you see it?