There are many ways I palpate unequipped to be a Fannie Merritt Farmer . Having beenflung into our situationby the destiny of the population , Mr. B and I are grappling with big decisions onhow to move forwardon our little piece of land pass the time and resources currently available to us . But there ’s one thing that we hope to never mislay sight of no matter how much we get tripped up on the logistics of dry land management and polish : how appreciative we are of the nature around us .
This hebdomad ’s supermoon move over us a new perspective on our land that we have n’t really delved into yet . learn even or former dawn walks lit solely by the light of the synodic month , we sawour woodlandsand fields in a new means . We matte the way the undercoat supported us . We better heard the strait around us . And we stood in reverence that there ’s more to our farm than just the land — there ’s a whole body of heavenly beings hover over us .
Tuesday night , we rush home from our job in township in time to watch the sundown and the moon rise , a rare treat this time of year . I ’m always a patsy for a sunset , and have been as long as I can commemorate , delight in the brilliant hues that paint the sky and how chop-chop the sunlight seems to move as it slip under the visible horizon . see the rise of the supermoon that nighttime was just as go .
After examine the sun tuck in to the west , we headed to a spot in our back subject field that we cleared specifically for stargazing . Mr. B and I sit for a few minutes , enjoy the breadth of the nighttime sky on this particularly clear night , when we charm a glimpse of a light blazing behind the trees to the east . The orangish glow creep over the horizon , slowly gaining luminosity until the moon , in its entirety , reveal itself . It was big , it was shining , and it seemed almost otherworldly — like its presence has more power than we give it credit for .
This month ’s supermoon is the closest full moon since 1948 , and it will be 18 twelvemonth until it happens again . There ’s a philosophy offarming by the moonthat has capture my interest , and this supermoon is a reminder that when we get caught up in what to do next with our domain , we can be looking to nature for steering . According tofarm folklore , this last phase of the lunation rhythm is ideal for choose out weeds and cut down timber , two of the very things that have been occupying our brains as we ’ve walked the res publica the past couple hebdomad .
I hope that among the season ’s net study of putting up the remainder of the harvest and putting your gardens to bed , you also had a chance to walk by the lighter of the synodic month and savor the beauty of the farm at nighttime .
Thanks to Angela Pace on Flickr for enamor the lulu of this week ’s supermoon . I claim my photographic camera out to document the moon myself , and the barrage fire promptly died on me . have ’s be true , though , the exposure I would have taken would n’t have looked half as good .
