Every once in awhile, Minnesota gives us an Autumn day like today so we can feel justified in coping with what's on its way. Mid 50s, gorgeous sunrise, beautiful early morning mist and frost. I hope you got to enjoy at least some of it.
November sunrise over misty field © harrington
The day just kept getting prettier and better (spelled warmer). Then, this afternoon, moonrise was a wonderful counterpoint to sunrise. Sunlight reflected is to sunlight as a mirrored image is to your loved one's face. A pale copy but stunning none-the-less.
Henry David (a fellow New England born) writes of the moon as if he were enlightened.
November moonrise over woods © harrington
The moon now rises to her absolute rule
The moon now rises to her absolute rule,And the husbandman and hunterAcknowledge her for their mistress.Asters and golden reign in the fieldsAnd the life everlasting withers not.The fields are reaped and shorn of their prideBut an inward verdure still crowns them;The thistle scatters its down on the poolAnd yellow leaves clothe the river—And nought disturbs the serious life of men.But behind the sheaves and under the sodThere lurks a ripe fruit which the reapers have not gathered,The true harvest of the year—the boreal fruitWhich it bears forever,With fondness annually watering and maturing it.But man never severs the stalkWhich bears this palatable fruit.
Thanks for listening. Come again when you can. Rants, raves and reflections, but never mooning, served here daily.