This evening about 8:00 pm, I glanced out my window to see the young crescent moon resting on the ridgeline of Electric Peak. In the race of the moon and earth, the moon trails behind the earth’s orbit in the first quarter, and the sun withholds the prize of most of its light.
A delightful volume, The Moon Book, lists Native American names for the full moons. This month when the moon reaches full, I’ll think of the Oto calling it, “All the Elk Call Moon,” or the Tlingit’s description of “Moon When All Kinds of Animals Prepare Their Dens.”