As I left minyan (prayer service) yesterday evening I looked up to find the moon and there it was about to be devoured by some pre-historic tree-o-saur. It made me laugh. Nature is ready to delight us at every turn! My grandmother used to tell me that when I was a child I called this stage of lunar waxing a “piece of moon.”
The image reminded me of a poem I used to read the kids:
The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!
Thirty Umrigar is one of my favorite authors. The books are so interesting, I can’t stop reading them
I am on my fourth soon!
She’s so wonderful! (Thrity)! I remember reading a book of hers, totally immersed in her characters and in their stories. What more could we ask for in a novel. Have fun reading!
I totally agree!!