Monday, September 12, 2011
September Harvest Moon
But watching Selene rise above the Sangre De Cristo mountain range was breath taking. She peeked over the mountains in all her golden glory. When she cleared the mountains Anita and I toasted her with a wonderful white wine that tasted just like a crisp Granny Smith apple.
Yesterday, my husband , brother, sister-in-law and I were sitting on the porch of the little cabin we had rented for the weekend in Gatlinburg Tennessee, drinking wine, sharing good conversation and watching Selene making her September debut again.