I never really thought about how when I look at the moon, it’s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.
Susan Beth Pfeffer
Hey, Lovelies.
We had a little moon party on the deck last night – just me and Ben and our favourite neighbour. Because it was Friday night and I have worked a very long and hard week. Because it was the night of a lunar eclipse. Because the weather was fine and clear and beautiful. Because, well, it was fun!
I prepared snacks.
I poured the gin and tonics.
Then we sat and laughed and chatted, and I forgot to check the moon because we became so engaged in our conversation.
But it was impossible to miss the eclipse.
As soon as the moon began to darken all the dogs in the neighbourhood began to howl.
And howl.
And howl.
It was a full-on canine orchestra of howls that started unexpectedly and then stopped just as suddenly, part way into the eclipse.
Spine-tingling stuff – all the hairs on my arms were on end.
The eclipse?
We had a brilliant view, right from our armchairs.
Magic!
Nature is magnificent, and I was grateful to have a front row seat, and our own personal doggy concert.
Love, goosebumps and spooky magic, Nicole xx
