~~~waving~~~at the Harvest Moon

Gentle Reader ~~~ Wasn't the full Harvest Moon splendid last evening?  I do hope you saw her, shining down in all her ethereal glory, silvery shimmery ~ gossamer clouds, as a cloak of invisibility, draping her, half hiding her, here in The Shire ~ 

I took some photographs, I always record the full moon ~ that is, when not scuppered by cloud cover, as so often happens here in The Shire ~ even though the composition seldom changes as she rises high in the midnight sky ~ unless, perchance, she loftily glides majestically over the lowly branches of an earth~bound tree or skims a tiled rooftop ~ The Man in The Moon smiles down from above {so why do I call her a 'she'?} 

So, here 'she' is, half hidden by her raiment of clouds, shimmering, slipping silently by with a ghostly, silvery sheen ~~~ a perfect picture for Hallowe'en ~~~ 

Did you see all the subtle changes, as the clouds moved across her face?  Here is one final image, difficult to focus with so much cloud, the lens pulled back, so you can see the halo that surrounded her last night ~~~ there was an eerie, amber glow that does not quite show here, I half expected to see a wild Welsh witch on a besom flit across the spooky scene ~~~  



I do hope you were able to see the Harvest Moon last night ~~~ and remember that ~~~

~~~A Gardener's Work is Never Done~~~