Full days, a full calendar, a mind too full and overflowing.
Makes it tough to get up before the sun every morning.
A full moon greeting me through the kitchen window makes it all better, though.
I heard it's called the Full Flower Moon, because at this time of year
it should be smiling down on fields of wildflowers.
Because of the drought, there weren't many wildflowers for it to smile upon
until a few days ago,
when these wild onions popped up in the woods,
looking like tiny angels
lifting their arms to
heaven, singing silent songs of praise and gratitude.
Just in time to welcome the Full Flower Moon.