9.53pm. If I stand, just so, on the lane, and look out over there I can see tonight's full moon hanging huge and amber in the east. It is not a still thing and before many minutes pass - time and space I measure in leaves and twigs and branches - it has risen further. There is a star to the south too. In the little field, twin calves born yesterday - drawn into life by the pull of the moon perhaps - are tentatively exploring their new landscape. Grassnettlesthistles, only warm milky mother is a sure thing.
After the cloudy foreverness of the last few weeks all this is wonderful indeed.
Behind me 2 large black cows are as statues silhouetted against the limpid western sky. They are watching me moon gazing, an interloper in their twilight zone.
I hold onto a fence post. I think just to tether me to here, elsewise I might just be off and away into the moonlight......
8 comments:
Hope Wilson was out with you, nudging at your hand for some attention.
Nothing beats moongazing on a clear night, does it? Just catching up (as per usual - where does the bloomin'time go?) and love your pics.x
Thank you Mountainear: a perfect miniature.
... sprinting across the field in a hare-like form...?
Well that was just beautiful.
Re the holiday cottage....would highly recommend them as a company and the cottage we had was one of the cheaper ones...its at then end of the row on the top pic on Dorset 4 blog. It was beautiful...dog allowed as well ...so Wilson would be OK...how is he?
That was a stunning description and it is lovely to have a bit of decent weather to enjoy being outside again.
Hope the dog is feeling a bit better left vets with a deep rather deep hole in my pocket last night because of the kitties and still more to come I fear. Wouldn't mind if they could be a little more confident with their diagnosis.
Wasn't the moon magical that night ? I looked at it too hovering and tinged with red over the hills.
Do you know I remember Sunday's full moon too, for I asked a question about it (to which I should know the answer but don't) which is why do moons and suns look bigger when they are low? And also more colourful, though, unlike you, I remember Sunday's moon as silver, grey rather then amber. Our air must be purer than your air, though I do love all things amber and indeed amber itself, set in silver for preference.
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