I was out before dawn this morning and finally caught a glimpse of the wolf moon through a break in the clouds. Gave it a howl which is what I’ve been waiting to do but just haven’t had a chance. Thanks Henriette for keeping me up on this stuff. Nothing like a good howl!
Brings back memories of the Meseta. Sometimes out there in the Middle of Nowhere with the wind blowing so hard one couldn’t think straight I would enjoy some great howls. Maybe a couple, three times a day. We were all wild eyed and wind blown out there.
A while back, sometime after the self isolating became a craze, we signed up for some help from the local food bank. They deliver a shopping bag of groceries every Thursday afternoon. To show you what a great place Vashon is to ride out a pandemic they had rack of lamb in this week’s bag. Yea, this is tough! We hadn’t had lamb in years and enjoyed the heck of it. Those wolves know what they were doing to target lamb, racks and all.
le lobo loves, Felipé.