Imbolc Waning Wild Moon While eating breakfast this morning a loud noise, like a souped up street cleaner, disturbed my cereal. I asked Kate what it was. She thought it was a souped up street cleaner, or some other machine outside. I got up to look. It was rain. Pouring rain, buckets, pummeling the roof. […]
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66 bar steady 29.79 3mph NNW dew-point 63 Summer night, rainy day Full Thunder Moon We had rain and storm, tornado warning and tornado watch. A full thunder moon day. The rain poured down, drenching the lily blooms, forming small rivers on the wide leaves of the acorn squash. While I read the first chapter […]
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