These full moon photos were taken two nights ago, the first in the gloaming and the second around 2:00 a.m. Both this photo and the one below were taken from my back porch. This is the gloaming, that time between dusk and dark, when the night has yet to stake her claim and the day is relinquishing her hold. The word ‘gloaming’ is Scots, meaning to glow; for beautiful photos of the gloaming, click here.
Here, you can see the night has claimed her own.
Most full moons have at least two names, sometimes more. The Full Buck Moon, in July, is called so because it’s when the new antlers of buck deer erupt in velvety fur coatings. Other names are Full Thunder Moon because of the frequent storms as well as Full Hay Moon. All the names are appropriate, don’t you think? Thanks to the Farmer’s Almanac, a lot of this information is still available and I am grateful. I tend to do things by the signs and the Almanac helps me know when to do what
This photograph was taken when I turned around and saw I’d left the door open to the mud room. The way the light is spilling out of the house, positioned against the full moon, pleased me.
Old ways and old days fascinate me. Oh no, it’s not that I want to live at any other time than now because I figure this is where and when God wants me and that’s fine by me. The Bible says, somewhere, but I can’t recollect just now, that each generation becomes weaker and loses a bit more knowledge. So, when folks think we’re so all fired smart because we’ve placed men on the moon or have a telephone that can take photos, send e-mails and the like, it’s best to remember we’ve, more than likely, already lost more knowledge than we hold in our hands. If you doubt, just think of the Inca’s Machu Pichu located in the Andean Mountains or Stonehenge in Great Britain constructed in the Neolithic period. Few know about Armenia’s stonehenge called Karahundj or Carahunge. Stonehenge was constructed around 4000 BC but Karahundj was constructed 3,500 years earlier in the Sissian region of Armenia.
Dave and I have been to Karahundj and it is, in a word, Amazing! The 204 stone observatory stands on a lonely, wind swept hillside and many of the stones have holes in the top center that are directed on the horizon and toward space.
A few days ago, the dogs and I walked down the hill to the water trough. It needed to be cleared of algae and the dogs needed the exercise as did I.
The dogs loved the walk down the hill, not so much the walk back to the house. I ended up carrying Sam Spade as his little legs gave out on him. -smile-
You can see the rear of this deer as he’s busily eating berries. Upon closer inspection, they looked to be red currants.
At least I think these are red currants.
These lovely snapdragons grow wild so every few days, I stop and cut a fresh bouquet for the tables and porches. Aren’t they beeeyoouuutiful!?
“Miss Emma, Miss Emma! Calling Miss Emma! Are you ready for your closeup, Miss Emma?” She sure looks ready. Look at those cute little paws crossed and the beguiling way she stares at the camera. She’s taking a break in my red yarrow; yes, the same red yarrow I grow as a dye plant. Oh well. At least Miss Emma will bring just as much enjoyment, perhaps more so, than does the red yarrow.
There are SO many deer around and all signs point to a cold winter. These three deer were grazing in a field a short distance from the house.
On the way to town yesterday, we saw yet another box turtle in the road. I slammed on brakes and Dave got out to render assistance.
Dave carefully moves the little box turtle to the side of the road, in the direction in which s/he was headed.
No one can accuse the Hardees in Tazewell of not having chicken! This little banty was on the loose and, since so many people in town have chickens, surely someone will claim her soon.
Early this morning, we headed to the barn to do chores. The sheep are just awakening as the morning sun streams across the valley, across our farm and across our near lot.
Sam Spade starts investigating the barn lot just behind the barn. The sheep have spent the night there and are still enjoying the cool of the morning.
WOW! Sam Spade jumps and turns back into the barn as one of the sheep bleat at him. Or, perhaps snorted. At any rate, it sure startled him.
Blessings ~ travel ~ all of creation’s beloved ~ a helping hand ~ the moon ~ the early morning sun ~ gloaming ~ currants ~
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