Full Sturgeon Moon

Did you see the full moon last night?  It was a beauty, big and round and orange as it rose above the horizon.  I looked it up on the Old Farmer's Almanac website to find its name and it's the Full Sturgeon Moon, named by the Great Lakes fishing tribes because supposedly sturgeon are easier to catch in August.  I suspect that most fishermen would dispute that assumption.

While we sat in DD's new kitchen visiting with her and SIL1, Durwood petted any animals that wandered by, especially North Dog who is part Border Collie and only happy when all his "sheep" are in the same room.  He was quite busy and distressed when DD took Durwood on his tour of the house; North kept trying to herd them back into the kitchen where the rest of us were.  Their other dog, Sully, is a very shy rescue dog who is part Chow and part Corgi (they're sure about the Chow part and assume the Corgi part due to his short legs and stocky body).  Sully didn't seek out petting but I did get to pet him a tiny bit and his fur is so soft and a gorgeous red color.  I'll see if I can get a picture of all of the grand-pets here.

I got almost halfway on Sudoku Maize #7 while we visited.  DD made me realize last night that I need to weave in all of the blocks' tails since I won't be using the block colors to join them.  Cotton and acrylic yarn doesn't hold onto its tails like wool does so the weaving in is very important.  You can't skimp on it.  Goodie.

August 30--Light Image Inc., Homage to Eliot Porter No. 2  The stones beneath Willa's feet were worn round and they liked to roll when stepped on like out-of-whack ball bearings.  The lake was low this year because last winter had been nearly without snow and it was the night of the full moon which pulled more water still.  Fallen maple leaves the color of flames stuck to the damp stone reminding her that autumn's days were fleeting this far north, winter would be upon them soon


Today would have been Mom's 87th birthday.  Happy birthday, Mom, I miss you.

Love, Barbara Sue