Thursday was an almost-blue-moon night. I was at a soccer game on the outskirts of town and got to watch the lunar rock slowly change from a pale white to a shiny silver. The more the sun faded, the brighter the moon became. It was quite the show.
In between the moon and sun there was me and the dog watching a soccer final. (Maybe this isn’t quite true. The dog was more into sniffing than watching And I don’t want to know about those bones I heard him crunching.) As the sun set in glorious prairie fashion, a swarm of Canada geese, who’d been feasting in a nearby field of recently cut wheat, rose up into the pink and purple sky. It was all quite soul-stirring. Makes me think of this great prairie song.
Throughout all this, of course, is the soccer game. The green team against the blue team, and I guess in the end, on the eve of a blue moon, the blue team had the advantage.
Prairie skies are special places - add a blue moon and it’s quite surreal.
I hear the next blue moon won’t happen until July, 2015. I plan to attend.
I hope the blue team was the one you were rooting for! -- Lovely description!
BTW, I was visiting my sister in Saskatoon recently and happened to be looking through the list of books she'd read the past year. There was "The Kulak's Daughter." She really enjoyed it!
We watched this blue moon at the lake as it rippled over the water, rising to hang at the end of the pier. You would've loved it, Gabe. I can picture you sitting there, with your laptop, writing and soaking up every peaceful moment.
Dora, thanks for letting me know. With my publisher gone, I sort of feel like the book is dead. So any readers are appreciated!
Jodi, I bet your place at the lake would be a most perfect spot for moon-watching!
hello Gabrielle -what do you mean your publisher is gone, does not sound good,I am inviting you to the Wayne Arthur christmas show, December 2nd in which my painting will hang on a wall there, hung by robert and helpers
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