Full Moon and Rainbow
I went to sleep under a full moon and woke to a rainbow. Sounds like a country western song title, doesn't it?
The Farmer's Almanac calls the September full moon, the harvest moon. Here, the harvest is all but over. With the sky as clear and the moon as bright as it was last evening, I never dreamed that I'd wake to a full arc of a rainbow. It is still warm enough (with this Indian Summer weather) that I poured my first cup of coffee and went straight away out onto the deck. I do that in almost any weather, it is sort of my wake up and greet the day routine. The pond looks peaceful, and quiet. Not so. Canadian Geese, maybe a hundred of them, land in the field closest to me, right through the woods. They circle in over the pond, barking and making a general racket before settling onto the field where they socialize, and rest for the night. We imagine them making plans for the trip and choosing who stands sentry duty while the others sleep.
My walk was to do chores. The weather looked ominous and so was the report. The power was off most of the day, making the coming storm seem even more threatening. We took the shade covers down and stacked them in the shed. Construction on the new bump out on the barn was picked up, trenches filled, straw stuffed into the excavated hillside to control erosion. I walked back and forth with a magnet, picking up nails from the dirt drive leading into the barn in case equipment or cars with pneumatic tires needed to be garaged from predicted hail. Apples were picked, the trees shaken. And we waited. It was a day of changing light.
As I passed this coming up the drive, I wondered what rabbit hole the creature who tasted it had fallen through...