the moon was, once again (this amazes me every month), very full last night. full, and bright, and to this middle aged woman who is sleeping fitfully these nights, not so welcome when its light spills down through the western window just above my head at 3am. i love the light of the moon - who hasn't danced by its light? - but not when i wake up feeling that a flashlight is beaming right in my face. i'm not bright enough to remember in the daytime to purchase a roll-up window blind, to install it before darkness falls again. and yes, i know, how foolish it is to live where there are no curtains, where there are no blinds (like a blog, without its filters, i'm smiling at this); but by the time i make it back to the bedroom, it is late, i am in flannel pajamas and reading in bed, high on this quiet hill.
last night i had the bright idea to hang a lovely vintage crocheted tablecloth that was a christmas gift from a sweet friend. doubled, it seemed solid enough; a blanket of clouds moved in, though, sometime in the night, and my brainstorm may have been pure folly, had the full snow moon been brightly shining. but this morning, when i woke, i saw crocheted snow in lovely sepia. and i am just imagining what i will pin to it, later in the afternoon when another bright idea has been completed. we shall see.