Harvest Moon October 5th, relax and enjoy the view.
I will be going to my farm.
Forget about Trump for awhile.
We will make it.
Seems like years since he took office.
I am a farmer at heart so the Harvest Moon is special moon is a little special.
Take a little quiet time.
We have a long way to go.
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as the sun set last night and the moon was out and glowing.
fall....so beautiful.
The feature photo here is last year's Harvest Moon by our photographer Kevin Ambrose. #notaphotoshop
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By Angela Fritz October 4 at 1:40 PM
Last year’s Harvest Moon rose up in brilliance behind the U.S. Capitol. This year’s rises Thursday at 7:04 p.m. in Washington. (Kevin Ambrose)
A sure sign that fall is here: The Harvest Moon will rise on Thursday night, and skies should be crystal clear for skywatchers and photographers.
Every full moon has a name rooted in various cultures and traditions. The Harvest Moon is the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox. Usually it occurs in September, but it can be as late as Oct. 7.
The name stems from exactly what you’d expect. Its appearance in the sky was a sign to farmers that it was time to bring in the bushels, and it allowed for a longer, brighter twilight.
Though “Harvest Moon” is the most popular name for the one that rises in October, thanks to the Celtic and Cherokee traditions, there are many more monikers for the autumn full moon:
• Hunter’s Moon (Colonial American)
• Blood Moon (Neo-pagan, Wiccan and English Medieval)
• Kindly Moon (Chinese)
• Blackberry Moon (Choctaw)
• Moon When Quilling and Beading Is Done (Dakota Sioux)
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Angela Fritz is an atmospheric scientist and The Post's deputy weather editor. She has a B.S. in meteorology and an M.S. in earth and atmospheric science. Follow @angelafritz
Mmm, 'Blackberry Moon'!
'Moon When Quillng and Beading is Done'! So pure, simple and lovely!
We have veered too far off in this day and age. This simplicity reminds me of ancestors' simple life in Czechoslovakia. My maternal grandmother kept a flock of geese. For their feathers, not meals! My maternal grandfather had a horse whom he loved dearly but had to leave him there when he emigrated to America. He was so torn.
My first cousin, Donna, her grandparents were dairy farmers a couple towns up from us. We'd go there for picnics and I could hardly wait for the cow barn tour. I hugged them and smooched them. Yeah! I loved the 'fragrance'! Those were the days....
I can't recall the TX town or area that stages a Kolach festival annually. Those delectable yeast and fruit, cheese or nut filled pastries.
Oooh-ee! My paternal gram made them for the holidays. We lived in the apt. above her in her 3 family house. The 2nd and 3rd floor apts. were connected by a hall/stairway and we left our doors open when it was warm. When the Kolach was baking, the heavenly aroma! She'd nap them with browned butter soon after they came out of the oven.
Gee, thanx for listening to my reminiscing...
You called it! Therapy, a catharsis.
