Life at Busy Solitude Farm: Full Moon Setting

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Full Moon Setting

Moon, inconstant moon. It was full last night, casting long gray shadows across the grass. Encouraging the movement of nighttime critters. Driving the dogs full barking mad.

Stealing my sleep.

This morning the moon gained slight advantage on me, so beautifully backlighting the barn.

Inconstant moon.

2 comments:

The JR said...: Well at least the barking dogs are keeping away the varmints!

Good picture :); August 25, 2010 at 9:30 AM
Roberta said...: Oh, you. It's all I can say. You and your wonderful wonderful writing. I've become a bonafide regular of your blog. Thank you.; August 25, 2010 at 10:08 PM

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On solitude and chickens

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. -- Thoreau
There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. -- Colette
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other. -- Rilke
As innocent as a new-laid egg. -- W. S. Gilbert
Raising children is like being pecked to death by chickens. --Anonymous, but my mother gave it to me!
Language...has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone. --Paul Johannes Tillich
Life begins when you plant a garden. -- Chinese proverb
The great omission in American life is solitude...that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incubator of the spirit. --Marya Mannes
If you were born lucky, even your rooster will lay eggs. -- Russian proverb
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest. --Antonio Porchia
Cocks may crow, but it's the hen that lays the eggs. -- Attr. Margaret Thatcher
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. -- Henry David Thoreau

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