The Full Flower/Frogs Return Moon
I had been anticipating May's moon for several days. I took my portable iPod player and iPod out to the oasis. After plugging the portable player into the outdoor extension cord I went back inside and got my camera and tripod. After getting the camera set up to take a picture of the sunset, I settled into a chair. The weather was positively perfect. The sky was still blue in the east, and completely clear. The air was still, and the temperature just right. While I waited for just the right moment to digitally record the sunset, I happily gabbed with my best lunar friend Moonie via my cool new Bluetooth hands free headset.
As I was bitching to Moonie about the
mesquites blocking the sun sinking beneath the
horizon, I snapped a quick shot of the sun sunk low
behind the mesquites. That shot is framed by
that tacky old pipe fence I would love to see torn
down. Dusk was just beginning as I turned
from the western sky, then gazed eastward. To my
delighted amazement a fat bright moon hung in a still
clear blue sky. I turned the camera around and
snapped a shot of that bright white moon in a clear
blue sky.
To help welcome the glow of that beautiful bright moon into my sacred circle/oasis, I turned on the portable iPod player, and let the notes of the playlist I had chosen ring forth. I had worked hard on that playlist all week. In celebration of all things truly feminine, I had several of the great Divas of rock and jazz on it. It was while I was trying to find appropriate songs sung by women that I realized my MP3 collection had WAY too much testosterone in it. By the time Monday night rolled around, I had made a good start on offsetting some of that testosterone in my MP3 collection.
I stayed outside until a little after
10:00 p.m., then moved back into the porch
room. I tried to take another shot of the
moon through the porch room window, and realized how
badly the outside of the windows needed
cleaning. As Moonie and I continued to chat I
remarked that according to the Farmers Almanac, that
beautiful bright moon we were both gazing at was
called a Full Flower Moon, because at this time of
year, flowers are abundant in many places.
Moonie consulted her copy of Walking The Medicine
Wheel book, and informed me it was also called a Frogs
Return moon. I told her I thought both names are
apt since the same April showers that help bring an
abundance of May flowers, also fill the streams,
rivers, ponds, and watering holes frogs need for their
return in May.
By the time I wished Moonie Bright Full Flower/Frogs Return Moon Blessings, and said goodnight to her, I was feeling positively revitalized. It's a good thing I did feel so revitalized because the next day I worked my buns off scrubbing and polishing the outside of the porch room windows. And after working so hard to get those windows sparkling clean that day, you can bet I enjoyed relaxing in the porch that night and gazing at the still beautiful moon through those now spot free windows.
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