Spring!

The robins are busy in my backyard, one has found a prickly holly bush to protect her clutch of eggs.

Looking at the Moon

The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.


I shot this photo of the moon through a telescope Monday night, and was amazed by the clarity of the lava plains with the craters littered across the surface. Many thanks to Javier Estrada, GVSU professor of Physics and Astronomy, who let me peer through his looking glass.