As much as I love a summertime lake swim, there's something about the turn of the season, the grey skies, steady mist and the first need for a sweater. It's the perfect time to sit on a porch and take in the view of Deep Creek, Maryland.
For Valentine's Day of this year, I gave the Urban Farmer a guessing game of sorts- bottles of wine with moons on their labels, bagged with poems and quotes about the moon and the heavens. (I could have given him a bottle of moonshine, but I value his eyesight.) Was this a newfound interest in astronomy? No, it was my thematic, obscure way of saying, "We're going to Blue Moon Rising!"