Beltane Waning Planting Moon
Today I looked up at the sky while weeding. Gray clouds covered it all and rain drops had begun to splash on the brim of my hat. The sky and I, it felt, were sad and crying, both of us, on this June summer morning.
It was an odd sensation that did not last. As the day has gone on, I’ve had a nap and feel refreshed, but the rain continues. A soaking rain, a kind we’ve had too little of of late. Now we often get thunder, lightning and torrents, often producing more erosion than watering.
All the dogs have been subdued yesterday and today, adjusting to Emma’s absence. Marking her passing. Me, too.