Moonlit Thoughts

"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas"

Alfred Noyes' poem came to mind this evening as we walked, shortly after dinner, under the moonlight. The lights of the house offer a warm contrast to the chilly looking moon. 

After arriving home, I took my camera and walked a little ways down our street to capture these views. It's a Hunter's Moon - a traditional name given for a full moon in October. Or maybe that's tomorrow night. It might be raining then, so I'm glad I took the photos this evening. 

I've been thinking today about the whale watching tragedy that occurred not too far from us, where a boat capsized and 5 British nationals perished in the cold water. Twenty-one were rescued by locals who saw the emergency flares. One is still missing. My heart goes out to the families of those who lost their lives.

And the moon sails overhead, oblivious to what happens here on earth, its beauty and light seen by people the globe over. What a world we live in, broken and hurting, yet full of wonder and love, too. 

S.A.D. in the Summer?

The hydrangea bush just outside our front door is beginning to bloom. It's rather pale blue just now, but the colour usually deepens as summer goes on. I'm hoping that will happen this year. 
 

Waking up to grey skies morning after morning is becoming depressing. I have never suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.), but this weather is enough to bring it on. I thought we'd turned a corner on Sunday afternoon. Alas, yesterday was grey, and heavy rain in the night had me thinking it might be November.

Brighter weather is in the forecast. I'll be patient and try to wait well. Today is a day for sitting down at the sewing machine instead of working in the yard. But in between rain showers, I think I'll clip a bouquet of hydrangeas.

 

"A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine..."    Toni Morrison

Morrison's words may be true, but in summertime, I prefer my skies sunny and my hydrangea in fresh bloom. 

How's the weather out your way, and how are you coping?