A White Party on the deck at BPYC set the tone for a beautiful evening of great food and dancing in the moonlight. It seemed everyone was relaxed and happy under the stars. Magical!
My granddaughter Nora was on her way! She arrived around 3 a.m. July 21, and the moon was full 6:17 a.m. A full moon baby!
Buck Moon - From the Field Guide to Insects
Mary Oliver, 12 MoonsEighty-eight thousand six-hundred
different species in North America. In the trees, the grasses
around us. Maybe more, maybe
several million on each acre of earth. This one
as well as any other. Where you ares standing
at dusk. Where the moon
appears to be climbing the eastern sky. Where the wind
seems to be traveling through the trees, and the frogs
are content in their black ponds or else
why do they sing? Where you feel
a power that is not you but flows
into you like a river. Where you lie down and breathe
the sweet honey of grass and count
the stars; where you fall asleep listening
to the simple chords repeated, repeated.
Where, resting, you feel
the perfection, the rising, the happiness
of their dark wings.
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