Full Moon taken at 7:30 pm MST
I also like to read about the names of the full moons so here's what the Farmer's Almanac tells me: "Full Beaver Moon – November This was the time to set beaver traps before the swamps froze, to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. Another interpretation suggests that the name Full Beaver Moon comes from the fact that the beavers are now actively preparing for winter. It is sometimes also referred to as the Frosty Moon." We have beaver on the river where we lease some land. It is absolutely fascinating to me how those big yellow beaver teeth can cut down great, old cottonwoods in a very little time. They are quite destructive and it's sad to see such beautiful trees that took so long to grow destroyed.
Besides moon-gazing, I've been reading on my "Christmas Book," Little Women. Oh, how I'm enjoying it! Just take a listen to this part:
Isn't that just fun reading? I think so too. I feel much like Jo a lot of the time. As much as I enjoy a good book to read, I really can't sit still for very long before my hands get fidgety and my legs begin to ache for want of exercise or something to do -- mostly outdoors. Are you more of an adventurer like Jo or a pussy-cat like Meg? Or perhaps you are like Beth, taking care of her invalid baby dolls or Amy who is petted and spoilt by her older sisters. Each girl has her noble qualities and each has her shortcomings, but altogether they compliment each other and challenge one another to be better people, moving ever closer to that Palace Beautiful as told in their Pilgrim's Progress.
'What in the world are you going to do now, Jo?' asked Meg, one snowy afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots, old sack and hood, with a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other.
'Going out for exercise,' answered Jo, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
'I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough. It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay, warm and dry, by the fire, as I do,' said Meg, with a shiver.
'Never take advice! Can't keep still all day, and, not being a pussy-cat, I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.'
Meg went back to toast her feet and read 'Ivanhoe;' and Jo began to dig paths with great energy. The snow was light, and with her broom she soon swept a path all round the garden for Beth to walk in when the sun came out; and the invalid dolls needed air.
Ours is still the only house "on the block" which doesn't have it's Christmas lights strung and lit. Peach asked me why I didn't have my Christmas lights up, and I replied to her, I had the porch light on, wasn't that good enough? Bless her heart, she told me it was very nice, but it was not a Christmas light. One thing Hubby and I did put up is The Star on the Barn. Travelers-by will see it shining in the night, and I hope they think about that Star of Bethlehem. The Littles love to go see it at dark. It's a mile up the road to the barn so someone has to take them, just like you would in town when you want to go out driving up and down the streets to see the neighborhood Christmas lights. Simple little things is what they love most. Me too. I hope your eyes light up with each strand of twinkle lights you hang and every candle you light. You are making someone's holiday special when you do it. Every new day brings us a little closer to that Joyful Day.