Rooted in the sky

I tried to get a good photo of the moon (stood in a neighbor's yard and hoped no one got excited)...

then I turned around and saw the sun rising...

and trees rooted in the sky.

We slept late today so no one ran and four of us took a quick walk.

The pups always act like fools when DH walks along. I don't know what it is (the change of routine perhaps) that gives them the jitters, makes them more distracted, and generally causes a bit more chaos than normal.

We managed to avoid falling from ledges (where we were not supposed to be), tripping on uneven ground, being run-over by the morning rush, or snagging a sticker or three from the grass (where we are not supposed to walk).

And, when we turned for home, all calmed as we spied our moon-friend, shining brightly in the west and peeking through the newly naked branches of the park woods. It was so lovely we stopped to catch our breath and then exhaled plumes of fog that mixed with the mist starting to gather around us. [The fog covered the area completely by the time we arrived at work, but that is another story].

Knowing we were already risking our entire morning schedule we headed home in haste. But there were the distractions of barkers and singers and tracks to follow.

DH decided to strike out ahead of the rest of the pack. By the time we reached the house there would be hungry mongrels who must be satisfied [I fix his breakfast. He fixes theirs].

Even in our lateness we took moments to enjoy the beauty of the morning - the setting moon, the rising sun, and the trees rooted in the sky.*


The Count

Full moon-post eclipse
4 school buses
Uncountable cars
4 houses decorated with Christmas lights
2 runners
3 birds singing - greeting the dawn

*My friend, Maurine, wrote a song about trees rooted in the sky. I think of her and that song on every winter walk and wish I knew the words and tune. As it is, I am grateful I know her.