One of the things that happens when you don’t see the sky for days on end is you are unaware what moonphase we’re in. This shining beauty climbed into our sky yesterday. Tomorrow, the moon will be full, and its name traditionally has been the Harvest, Hunter’s, and my favorite, Blood Moon (wiccan).
Clear skies attending that beauty meant it was fairly chilly last night. Not frost yet, though.
This weekend I will pluck the last of the eggplants and peppers. The season is indeed winding down.