The solar arrow of the crescent moon is hidden from view, but evident in her unwavering orientation––wane to wax. The sky range is variable, but the “mark of aim” remains the same.
Its been a Pear Moon at Nowhere Shire, and the old trees that carry the sweet burden have been getting alot of attention these days. The orchard raiders come on wing, claw and hoof, seeming sometimes to work in tandem. We take a very small share, but the pale flesh beneath the sun-blistered skin is profound on the tongue, and refreshing in the summer afternoon.
noketcheemico on Mother of Bows Leon Zordan on Mother of Bows