Buck Moon Tonight

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What on Earth?

This moon will not be fully visible until 8:00 p.m. tonight on the east coast; at this time it will be in its waning gibbous phase, but you won’t be able to detect it waning with the naked eye. The moon will be at its fullest at 6:57 p.m. EST.

So what’s this “Buck Moon” thing all about?

The “buck moon” appears when bucks (male deer) are beginning to grow their antlers, but wait! This is also called the “hay moon” because it appears when when farmers are beginning to store their hay, but that’s not all! It is also called a “thunder moon” because farmers are fighting with thunder storms to bring the hay in dry.

Whatever moniker you place on this beautiful sight, I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you enjoy my haiku dedicated to it!

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Gitche Gumee 2016

Gordon Lightfoot, best known as a folk, country and folk-pop songwriter, is a North American treasure. I was thinking of his song “The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald” today whilst working in my garden (great song!).

We have had only .5 inches of rain since June 5th, and we received it on June 5th. Pretty dry! And I was thinking of the incredible amount of water we are surrounded by on the lower peninsula of Michigan. The irony is sort of ‘in your face’: Surrounded by water and not a drop to be had. An inspiration for this haiku. Enjoy!

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The Gospel of Johnny: Haiku and a Blessing

Ever wonder about Johnny Appleseed? He was born in 1774, in Massachusetts.

He was an American pioneer, a nurseryman, and a missionary. Also, he became a living legend!

Another thing cool about Johnny Appleseed: he had a special affection for animals.

Select the second line of this haiku (read below) and you can learn more about this extraordinary fellow. Also, see a Johnny Appleseed Blessing (by an anonymous author).


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The Jewel of Alabama

Have you ever tried to grow Okra? It is tricky in Michigan because of the cool temps we get, even in the summer. I have had some success over the years, and some monumental failures. Today’s high temp in Owosso will be approximately 90 degrees. I am excited, but mostly for my beloved friends, Ron and Glenda Davis, who hail from Alabama.

When I do have successful Okra years, Ron and Glenda are the beneficiaries (I keep a little for my household, but most of it goes to my friends). For Okra success, as in in all things vegetable and fruit in my garden, all the glory goes to God, for He blesses the fruit of my labor.

And here it is, dedicated to Ron & Glenda, my Ode to the Jewel of Alabama, a haiku just for you.

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In Memorium

What’s in a name, and how do you want yours to be remembered? I remember a hot June day in 2000, searching for my great, great, great grandfather’s grave. I started in Wiltshire with county records of births, baptisms, and deaths, and I ended up scouring every cemetery in Trowbridge. And late in the afternoon, there it was: in a tiny Baptist Parish cemetery, I found it: his headstone, weather-worn and barely perceptible: Samuel Lindsey. All I had known about him was that he was a Scottish Sailor, and he died in Trowbridge.

After a grueling search I stopped in a small pub near the train station to celebrate my discovery with a pint of cider: “Here’s to you, Sam…RIP.” And I dedicate this haiku to you, in memory of your short time on earth.

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