I love the moon! I love when the moon is full — spreading sliver and crystal and blue lights upon the land.
The dogs and I go for a walk, just to be showered in the lovely glow
We go just as it’s just coming up and we go again just before nine at night
I always try to wake-up sometime during the night, just to take the dogs and go walking down the lane…oh, sometime around one or so in the morning. The dogs know the second I start putting on my Carhart we are going for a walk.
I don’t walk out into the fields late at night…too many coyotes and other critters I don’t want to meet, but in the evening we do.
With the air full of winter bird calls…the Canadian Geese and the Sandhill Cranes…later after mid-night the owls will hoo-hoo -hoo , we will hear a fox barking and the coyotes yipping as the moon light and the star light fills the shinning clear air.
We will walk along, the dogs sniffing out news and I watching stars fall from a million years ago.
The neighbor’s dog (who lives outside, no matter the temperatures) will hear us crunching along in the snow, or hear me calling to Boomer to not go off too far…he adds his warning bark to the other sounds. His people, either don’t care nor never hear, I call to him…’It’s okay…it’s just us walking in the moonlight. It’s okay…’ He stops. Then calls out again…”GOOD NIGHT” I call back…’Sleep Well, little dog! Sleep Well.” Then the dogs and I go in to the warmth of the wood stove and snugly blankets.
By five in the morning the moon has made it’s way to shine into the bedroom windows, lighting up Sammy the cat as he sleeps on the edge of the bed. Sam puts a paw over his eyes and keeps on sleeping. Monkey jumps into the window to watch the world from the warmth and safety of the house. I too watch the world as the moon slowly sinks and the day begins.
Good Morning everyone!