Okay, I know I said that I wouldn't talk about the moon -at least for another month-but I just can't help myself. The Moon calls to me. ( As an aside-- I do believe that my name derives from the Goddess Diana, who is the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon. Coincidence? Fate? More fairy tales? ). I've tried all week to ignore my compulsion to share this moon stuff. Finally I just decided , what the heck, why fight myself about it. So here is another moon.
Seriously, I awakened at my usual early hour the morning after the snow and was compelled to open the shade. And there she was in her crescent glory. What a glorious morning this was to be , with that silver sliver just hanging there, the spruce looking as though it would reach up to caress it. And look at those laden branches; snow, piles of white, light, puffy snow.
And there , you see, the Spruce has nearly captured the Moon. I'm sure he just wants to give it a little hug, for surely it is a good thing to greet the day with a hug, and to send the Moon to bed with a friendly little hug.
As the sun rose and light trickled ever so stealthily, the view outside looked like a marshmallow and powdered sugar world. how could this be anything but a glorious day!?
But as you'll see, the Moon has her own ways , conspiring with the morn
ing sky .
ing sky .Going
Going
Gone.
And so the day had begun. I had my eye full of moon shenanigans and marshmallow mounds. There could not have been a more auspicious beginning.
Here I am this Sunday. The beginning of a new week. Though I've had enough of snow, no matter how beautiful to the eye, I wish for another exhilarating start---for me , for you.
Enjoy and blessings,
Cyth
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