To be clear, this is not a shot of the so-called super moon we experienced earlier this week.
Although this was a recent moon; and I did think it was super.
(I love how the tree appears to be clasping the glowing orb.)
For whatever reason, I'm extremely sensitive to the full moon. The night before Son was born 19 years ago, I remember pacing fretfully, and gazing longingly out my bedroom window at a very full moon. Son's birthday coincided once again with this week's super full moon.
Or full super moon.
Or moon. Full of super.
The super moon earlier this week definitely had an impact on me--as in very difficult to get a decent night's sleep and crazier than usual things happening, particularly at work.
Tuesday night we had a torrential downpour and a severe thunderstorm that knocked out my wifi (leaving me unable to do my blog post. I ate junk food and watched bad TV instead.).
Afterwards, the storm left behind a beautiful rainbow that lingered on the creek longer than usual.
Son and Daughter are out of town this weekend, so I am home alone faced with nothing but yard work and housework, none of which sound appealing. In case I've not mentioned it recently, this will be the last weekend before Son goes away to college. He officially leaves Daughter and I in our mess of a nest.
Have a wonderful weekend.