Today we celebrated our youngest son's forty second birthday a day early. We were invited over to his house for a delicious supper of salmon cooked to perfection on his grill and some lovely veggies . His birthday cake was a bit unusual-- not a cake at all because he's on a no-carb regimen temporarily, so he had candles stuck in a pan of baked apples. Apple bake does rhyme with cake, after all! We were entertained by four-year-old granddaughter Abby who cajoled Mr.G into helping her put her new puzzle together, then left him to finish it alone while she went off to do more important things like presenting Daddy with a present she had made herself: A photo of the two of them in a picture frame she had decorated herself. It was a fun evening.
As we were driving home we looked up and saw the beautiful full moon. Tonight's moon was surrounded by a fuzzy ring that some people say is a sign of rain. We don't have rain in the forecast for tomorrow, but you never know. In Native American folklore the January full moon is called the
Full Wolf Moon because of the wolf packs that howled outside the villages during the cold, snowy winters. We neither saw not heard any wolves, thank goodness, but I can imagine them howling in the cold, silhouetted against the bright shiny ball in a black sky.
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