We’ve been blessed by two perigee-syzygy Super Moons this summer and are looking forward to one more on September 9th. We live in a valley surrounded by trees, so the moon loses most of its orange color by the time it rises over the trees. Still, I try to look at the moon in all phases. It has not lost its magic for me, even with the human traces left behind on its surface and its craters over-exposed like bad skin on High Def.
Little Cabin in the Big Woods
Two magic moons shared with my sister capped days of wonderful adventures. The little cabin in the big woods of Van Buren County was always a favorite destination for us. After an October day of tromping, we relaxed, glass in hand, on the screened porch while day sounds changed to crickets. A platinum moon stretched from fence to fence and slowly climbed the trees where it was gloriously suspended. Even when we went to our bunks, I was mesmerized and could not close my eyes. The great horned owl and the coyotes could not stop talking about it either.
Super Moon viewed through trees
Doolin, County Clare, rewarded us with another spectacular moon. We arrived in the dark. The farmer at Churchfield B&B directed us down the road and across the Allie River Bridge to McGann’s Pub for our evening meal. As we turned onto the road, a neon moon rose and blocked the way, just beyond our finger tips. “Pinch me, I’m in Ireland,” I said.
Allie River Bridge at Doolin