When I get up in the morning, the first noise I make, which is probably cursing, I can hear my dogs get off their big bed on the patio and come scratching to the door for attention. It’s just rude to ignore dogs, they’re totally social, and it’s a real rude snub not to greet your dogs first thing you wake up. It disgusts me to think of the time many dogs spend completely alone, waiting for somebody who’s hardly worth their affection.
So, no matter that I am hardly ambulatory, no matter there’s a flight of stairs between me and them, I fight my way out of my comfort zone and waddle out there to say Hi. As soon as I’m touching their filthy coats, I’m glad I came. We walk out into the darkness toward our little fruit trees, trying not to stumble in a gopher hole or get a shoe full of stickers.
And then I turn around and come face to face with the MOOOOOOON! Holy Harvest Batmom! It’s HUUUUUUGE! And it’s redder than a hooker’s porchlight! I tried to get a picture – all I got was a little pinprick. But you can sort of see the red color. Sorry, I’m no Larry Leigh!
They say this moon is so big and red because it has come rolling in so close to Earth – I don’t think close enough to side swipe, but I wonder what the tides are looking like right now? It’s gorgeous, I hope you’ll get out there before the sun comes along and steals the show.
Some people call this the Harvest Moon, some call it the Hunter’s Moon – that makes sense. In the old days, before “hunting season,” a farmer could bag himself a few birds before he set off to harvest.