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Daily archives for September 4th, 2018

Crazy Rich

Lughnasa                                                           Waning Summer Moon

crazy rich asiansWe saw Crazy Rich Asians yesterday. A romcom with Chinese actors. Set in Singapore for the most part so it was not inappropriate for everyone to be speaking English. Handy for us.

Nirvana

Nirvana

Fun for Kate and me since we visited Mary there in 2016 after Joe and Seoah’s wedding. Many familiar sights. They did miss an opportunity however in not using Nirvana. It’s as over the top as any of the homes and clubs featured in the movie.

I liked it. Not sure I’d have seen it if it didn’t have the Singapore/Chinese thing going on. Romcoms are pretty formulaic and this one was, too. The usual, oh no they’re never going to get together, yes they will, no they won’t, oh they did. Yeah.

Waning Summer Moon and Orion

September 14, 2017

September 14, 2017

Lughnasa                                        Waning Summer Moon

Quite a combination greeted me in the southeastern sky this morning as I made my way to the loft. The Waning Summer Moon’s waning quarter stood just above a faint, but still clear Orion. My first sighting of him since April. I don’t look for him once I stop seeing him since I imagine he’s in the daytime sky, but apparently he’s visible at some time in all months except May through July, just not when I’m awake and outside.

The two of them together, the Waning Summer Moon and the constellation that is my winter companion appearing the day after Labor Day sends a strong autumnal signal in my world. Flecks of gold will start to appear in the aspen groves on Black Mountain.

The meadow at the base of Shadow Mountain Drive had hay bales in it a couple of days ago, all gone now. The sight brought back memories of alfalfa and timothy fields in Minnesota and Indiana, the smell of haylofts, hay rides. Apple picking.

September 17, 2013

In Andover this was the month of garlic planting, of soil amending in the perennial flower beds and the planting of bulbs, corms, rhizomes. Tulips, daffodils, iris, hyacinth, crocus, anemone. I would turn on Folk Alley radio, get out the kneeler and the Japanese garden knife. Sometimes the Andover High School marching band would be rehearsing a couple of miles away but still audible. Blue skies, the sun’s angle noticeably lower. The golden raspberries were ripe, too, and the dogs, especially Vega, would pick them off the canes that poked through the fence around our vegetable garden.

Later in the month will come Mabon, the second of the harvest festivals and the fall equinox. After that is Michaelmas, September 29th, the feast day of the Archangel Michael which Rudolf Steiner refers to as the springtime of the soul. I can feel the change, the buildup that begins with the victory of light on the Summer Solstice, the gradual lengthening of the night which will culminate in the Winter Solstice, my high holyday.

Time to get back to work.

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