Breakfast Before Dawn

The days are getting shorter now. The autumnal equinox is behind us. Last night was the Harvest Moon.  In Taiwan they are celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival. In Israel they are celebrating Sukkoth. But here in the Ozarks, it's just another day.

You would think that we would get up when the sun does. That is the natural thing to do. But in a world full of alarm clocks, and with school buses that children have to catch, we get into a certain pattern, and it's hard to break it, even on the weekend. So it is that this morning it was very dark when we had breakfast, Bow and I.

Last night, I took a picture of the harvest moon shining above our house.  Most years I would not have noticed it, or having noticed it, I might not have placed it, thinking "My, the moon is bright tonight," but not quite remembering why.

But since my book, Our Lady of Kaifeng, has just come out, and I have been writing little articles to promote it, I could not remain unaware of the significance of that moon shining over my house.

For Bow, however, this is just another day when we have breakfast before dawn. The grapes are delicious, and all is right with the world.