July 26, 2013

July 26, 2013

I drove to Farmer B.’s last night. We ate grilled chicken, grilled zucchini, salad and blackberry cobbler. We harvested cucumbers, blackberries and bags of fresh kale. We drank Stag beers on the pergola and watched the frenzied hummingbirds going for the feeders at sundown.

And then rose a magic moon, over the forest to the east, pear-shaped, and fire orange, then higher and turning color to Luna moth-pale yellow green. And insects tuned up for moonrise music.

Small wonder that Mesoamericans, under such a moon as this, felt gods.


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