Yesterday morning at the pool I was looking at the full moon with Coach Gordon. He said it was a Blue Moon. There it hung, amazingly beautiful in the dark morning sky. This event was the silver lining to waking up at 4:45 a.m. to swim.
I looked up the definition of a Blue Moon on Wikipedia:
A blue moon is an extra full moon that appears in a subdivision of a year, either the third of four full moons in a season or, recently, a second full moon in a month of the common calendar. Metaphorically, a “blue moon” is a rare event, as in the expression “Once in a blue moon.”
The phrase has nothing to do with the actual color of the moon, although a literal “blue moon” (the moon appearing with a tinge of blue) may occur in certain atmospheric conditions; e.g., when volcanic eruptions or exceptionally large fires leave particles in the atmosphere.
When I stepped out the front door this a.m. to take the Puppas on their walk, this is what I saw:
We had thunderstorms last night which made the morning air heavy and hot. Lucky for us, there was a cool ocean breeze blowing which made walking at 6:45 a.m. tolerable, if not pleasant.
With the usual tangle of three leashes and a few barks, we struck out and around the neighborhood in time to see the sun reflected off of one of my favorite trees:
|Favorite Banyan Tree|
As we rounded Juno Crescent, we once again, came upon the morning moon, still clearly visible in the Western sky.
|Morning Moon, August 22, 2013|