The moon is wondrous tonight. Bright and round in the sky.
When I took Brigit out for her last pee, she looked at the moon for a long moment.
The moon is like that.
I used to fear a full moon when I was Rector of St. John's in Waterbury. The term "lunatic" is not wrong.
Every full moon the people who came to the soup kitchen were on edge and sometimes a fight would break out, though Barbara handled that with no need for help.
But it is beautiful. I love it.
And birds are back. We've had crows for a month, but now there are robins and sparrows, the occasional blue jay and a cardinal or two plus some lovely little bluish birds I need to find in my bird book.
At one point today there were a dozen birds of different kinds in our back yard, pecking at the ground and taking turns at our bird bath.
Birds give lightness and joy to my heart.
I love the birds. Even the crows and the occasional hawk high above.
Birds and the moon, what could be better as a source of wonder?