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The harvest moon is traditionally the full moon closest to the fall equinox, so that’s the moon dark now but waxing soon. \u00a0Here in the 4 seasons 45th latitudes the harvest moon shines on much of the harvest, at least from the garden perspective, already long in the house and canned or dried or frozen, stored one way or another. \u00a0By Mabon, the fall equinox holiday, we will have only leeks and apples, perhaps some raspberries left. \u00a0Still, I have a curious attraction to tradition; as long as I can choose whether or not to observe it, so harvest moon it is.<\/p>\n
Kate just came down with purple hands. \u00a0She’s processing the wild grapes I harvested this morning. \u00a0She said she looked like she’d been stomping grapes with her hands. \u00a0Now there’s an image. \u00a0Grandma doing handstands in a wine press. \u00a0The grandkids would love it.<\/p>\n
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