I just went out to look at it--the 'blue moon'. A tad disappointing, not blue at all. But it is a deal of some significance.
A 'blue moon', in case you wondered, is the third full moon during a season. Most seasons (winter, spring, etc.) have only three new moons. Why it is the third of four and not the fourth, I can't tell you. I never said I was an expert in moons.
When it happens in August it has lots of other names--some from Native Americans and some from ancient cultures elsewhere. A blue moon during the harvest is a big time deal apparently.
But the thing is this: it isn't 'blue' at all.
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