It may be known as a worm moon elsewhere, but as there are no crocus or snowdrops yet to be seen I can't imagine worms yet wriggling.
So full sap moon. Buckets on maple trees. Slow drops.
Bright moonlight woke me last night, coming through the skylight, so I sat up to enjoy the view. Safe and warm and under the covers, and all I had to do was open my eyes. What a gift!
illustration: Ketha Newman
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