Thinking about the big August moon. And the hungry bear in my garbage.

If you saw the August Sturgeon Moon, you know what a bang-up show it was.

But was viewing it worth risking life and limb?

I asked this question to Mr. Moon when he popped by my garden window for a chat a couple of nights before the moon bonanza.

“Why would that be a problem?” he responded, nodding to me to put the tea kettle on since he could tell it was going to be a long answer. Mr. Moon knows all my dreams and secrets, which I have shared with him for as long as I can remember. We have two regular meeting places for our visits, the garden window and the kitchen porch steps.

The porch is basically a landing, a small square with steps that go down into the driveway where the trash bins sit. No room for chairs, so I sit on the steps that lead down to the lemon tree for moon show specta