That's what the sky looked like last night when I went out the kitchen door to shut the chickens up. It was eerie and beautiful and the moon, although you can't see it there, was a tiny sickle, shining in a clear spot among all the gray.
This morning I made a fine breakfast which included air fried potatoes (that works so very well) and eggs and biscuits. At the same time I was doing that I started a loaf of sourdough and I felt quite capable and accomplished. After that, I mostly had the day to myself as Mr. Moon met up with Owen and Jason to do some sort of target shooting and the man is still not home. I've heard from him though, and they are fine.
I was good today until I heard some very hard news from a beloved of mine. Not blood family but heart family. I feel flattened for this friend who lives far away but she has family all around her who love her beyond anything. I don't even know what to say so I'll leave this here. I am not being cryptic, or, well, I am, but only to protect privacy. She is going to be okay. I insist and proclaim this to be true.
I spent another day being domestic. Lis is coming to visit for two nights on Tuesday (hurray!) and so I made her bed up fresh and I've made a pot of vegetable and venison soup to go with our bread tonight. I also had a bag of frozen wild blueberries in the freezer that have been there way too long and I baked a sort of cobbler-crisp with those. My topping is made of flour and ground almonds, oats, butter, and sugar. I hope it's good. The soup has a bit of everything in it including leftover salad and leftover cooked greens from last night. There are sweet potatoes and carrots, green beans and peas, onions and garlic, of course. Tomatoes and celery and corn and (shhhh...don't tell anyone) leftover white bean chili. Just a little. It's a throw-it-all-in soup and will be good on this chilly evening.
And I took some pictures.