"Once in a blue moon." replied my Aunt .
" The moon isn't blue it's white." i stated, wondering if there was ever one colored blue. Aunt Mil, roared with laughter, and i felt very confused.
She wiped her eyes with the tea towel and put her glasses back on. " Oh, no the moon doesn't turn blue, it is just a saying for when there are 2 full moons in the same month." She was making cookies or something like that. In fact she was always doing something. she talked a bit more about the full moon, but little of what she said sunk in. Wish i could remember more of what she told me , still from that time on looking for the moon became more and more a part of my evenings. The moon was no longer just a bright light in the night, not to me.
Nope, not to me, not anymore. Waving at the man in the moon, was fun way back then. But i knew also there really was no one to wave back. I could never really believe that the man in the moon was the moon itself, or that there was a man on the moon. It never looked like a face to me, and where were his arms and legs??? And never truly believed that there was a man in/on the moon until Neill Armstrong stepped into history on July 20, 1969 . Before you wonder, i was parked in front of our old black and white TV, watching every second.
until
Times passed, and the moon became science project, no longer the folklore and stories i loved to hear. Oh! i still love those stories, and the names that people had given to each full moon. Watching the full moon glide across the sky, be it day or night still is magical. However these random Blue Moons don't have names like other full moons do.
Tempted as i am, to choose a name for this moon. For the past few nights i have looked up at the waxing gibbous moon, surrounded as we are by tall evergreen forest, the glimpses of a near full moon rising thru the trees are ever so beautiful to me. Standing by the window, with my bare feet on a floor that is icy cold year round, watching the the ascending almost full moon rise, listening to the owls and the rustling of the new green leaves, my inner kid raised her gnarled hand and waved! "Hi, Neil".
